For every one person
Has a mind of two,
And whether he listen
Both he choose.
For one is loud
And very clear,
Manipulate it, he can.
But to believe he is alone
Is a virtue that ends.
The other is soft
And very dark,
Manipulate he, it does.
He can’t control this evil
For it’s hidden in his lust.
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