The Way It Is

In this poem, I delve into the depths of hell with a small tribute to a certain famous Italian prince.

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i am a liar

i am a thief

i have done things

to make Machiavelli proud

i am theseus

i am perseus

i am every hero and villain

who has ever graced a shroud

i am mephistopheles reincarnated

i am jack skellington in the flesh

idle hands may be the devil’s playthings

but an idle mind becomes the devil itself

for where there is boredom

there I am

and where there are lies

there is truth

oh but it seems

i nearly forgot

there is no good or bad

there are no heroes or villains

there is only

you and me

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