It binds your wrists and blinds your eyes,
The terror of it, the thing of lies.
Your worst enemy can be in you,
imagination, it's illusion is true.
It finds you in dreams at night,
taking in and smothering light.
you close your eyes and it will rise,
the evil one, the thing of lies.
but necessary evil, thought is true
without it you would not be you.
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