pleasure most of the times
likes the company of shame
tradition like a strict
grandfather makes you think
twice, what if?
morality is a close relative
with a hammer
that when you start losing
your sense of balance
it pushes you
to a chasm where you
fall
without end.
a powerful Jedi
inside your heart finally
claims victory,
he shows you your face
and you shall
love it: follow the rules of
this game,
take the usual path,
a deviation
traumatizes, freezes you
like ice and with
a little heat
soon cracks into a
meltdown
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