It made me like a virgin birth,
a mysterious creation of infinite possibility.
It eats me like a dopamine high,
a chemical induction of emotional euphoria.
It'll kill me like a mutiness ego,
a cancerous growth of alternative motives.
I trekked through the ages,
the blind prophecy of the one to come.
I wander into this day,
invisible to the powers that be.
I'll climb ontop of the soapbox,
boiling in masked self-confidence.
Tragedy, Harmony, and then Hypocrisy.
Behold the power of three,
adding into such an unholy unity.
Bleeding, Scabbing, and then Festering.
Three sides of the triangle,
combining into a mathematician's dream.
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