When a holy Satan whispers in your ears
And blinds your eyes from the life's fears
Walking on tiptoes between the walls to hide
you are a good symbol for all theories of Freud
when your "Id" aches, snoop your desires
Dirtying the white suit with the muddy mires
Drown in the sins and feel so ecstatic
Drink the goblet of loot, you're a greedy barbaric
How your face turns with such scratches and grooves
Where went all your features, were tender and smooth
I'm calling for your humanity I get only an echo
When you'll ask for forgiveness to get your perfect Ego.?
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