Flesh, Fear, and the Maze

Don’t fight with me
I am just muscle and skeleton

I can be human
or a setan

People will either love me
or the curse will go on

Even if I stop pointing
I’ll still be a topic of fun

People will holster their fear
and still point me their gun

I am not pious like a nun
My legs are strong but tied
so I cannot run

No matter how wide the maze
there are desires to chase

I will outgrow this phase
before I turn to skeleton

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