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The world is a cold, crappy place, complete
With toilet, tub, and sink, sinking
Down its own drain.

Life is old and wide, but somehow
Still shallow, a constant parade
For ancient cliché.

The Soul is different than the Self.
While the Soul still needs a master,
The Self must master itself, or fall,

And have fragments for masters.
     You have heard,
“To have two masters is madness?”
--Was a man with seven masters.

Six of them were in himself.
Written by patrickbirdener (Patrick Birdener)
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