There were irreverent instincts in here,
things I wanted to repress,
for fear they would call me a bad person,
because they would,
that is exactly what they would do,
so that is what I did,
and I wondered when they would break me,
when someone much smarter than me would figure out a way,
a way to read our minds,
for fear they would destroy our good intentions
but there was a precognition that would one day bring me down,
I was certain of it,
because even if I asked them for forgiveness,
it would be much easier to call me a dissident,
much, much easier for these people to wipe their hands of me,
One day,
I prayed I would wake up,
up and out of this limbo,
and healed of these demons of mine,
cleansed of these invisible impurities
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