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No Control like Self-Control?
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All and nothing
Truth and lies of things unseen,
Friend or Foe, Angel, Fiend,
In masterpieces one’s easy spied,
Raven clothed and garnet eyed,
Are not my deeds mine alone?
And words of mine in my own tone?
When and how does One appear,
To garner control and then disappear?
Am I that puppet, strings held high?
Apocryphal, daemons who petrify,
Truth’s the sword that kills a lie,
And rids the world of the garnet eye.
