You your personal pope
kiss the ring of your own beliefs
the ring of your own habits
the ring of your own voice
in your own ears
slurp the slurry of your own conditioning
the familar taste of old reoccuring thought
you are becoming who you have always been
the tunnel gets narrower
you your own personal dealmaker
negotiating your own vices like a god
but giving into them like a devil
Like a pope
like the creature you became to hide you hideous flaws
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