Counselor
Counselor
Who can find me,
Beating on the door,
I am in the corners,
When your machines have grown quiet
When your careless love abandons
When you don’t want the truth
You do not deserve me
You frightened misanthrope
Come anyway animal of Darwin,
Killer of babies and lover of lucre
You could not nail me to degradation,
I am, who I say I AM,
You are not
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