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An ideal we hold for ourselves.

For aiding us to know thyself.

We strive to become like him.

Butchering all our mistakes.

Glorifying ourselves to an extent.

Where one can't find oneself.

We become anxious, distressed.

For all our small mistakes.

Becoming slave of that ideal.

Who is himself unreal.

We pass through this ordeal.

Eventually creating our  deities and demons.

We fight our own lunatic battles.








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