The DARK SIDE
Painting with an utterance
slicing your observant eye
with an acute straight razor
Then going in for the kill
Staring at the bloody image
your indignant moral outrage
just so nasty, nasty, nasty
Why he wouldn't hurt a fly
Stirring your raw emotions
going way over the line, your
disbelief, then suppression
What you don't understand?
The necessary provocation
the harsh slap in the face
the shock, you silly creature
Where is the responsibility?
The continuing preference
hiding your face in the cloak
moral sanctity, you hypocrite
Why... I am you and you are me.
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