I am the devil on your shoulder.
I am the evil in your soul soldered.
I am you, You are me.
I am condemned, Your are free.
I am the voice in your ear.
I am the reason of your fear.
You are I, and I am us.
Together we're purist disgust.
I am the voice you hear laying
next to your wife, telling you to
simply strangle until no more breath.
I am the voice in your office,
telling you to expidite our bosses death.
I am the the one who has ever,
loved you like no other.
I am the one you can truly call brother.
I am the voice locked inside your gage.
I am your rage.
I am your pain.
I am you disdain.
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expressive composition written in eloquence...Our consciousness do all these things in reasons..10+++