Amongst the plethora of spiritual abundance
I have a wicked weakness for indulgence
Waging war upon depression
Self-flagellating for imagined transgressions
Fears concealed by the thin facade of rectitude
It's all but performative purity
Daren’t miss a beat, lest I may be rendered nude
To the starved world as an attraction touristy

Brokered painful peace with the stranger
Who lurks amidst my two-bit mind
Issuing him unfettered rule for the remainder
Of the mortal coil spent entwined
I've wasted every second of every day
Forgetting to live, dying to stave off decay

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