I hit my forehead, it seems almost impossible
before now it had never happened to me to really wake up
I was almost three years old when I started biting
the magnificent fruit of knowledge
And I remember that like a stone - I fell
into the deep sleep of my - hypocrisy
And I had built a beautiful image of a good boy
of a boy who never gets angry, as good as bread.< br/>and if sometimes it happened it was enough for me to repent
I thought with this I could escape the anger that was in me
that was in me
that was in me
whatever I did wrong
only affected the periphery of my balance
but in the center
I remained good
And so I continued to escape my anger without ever analyze it to the end
I could get angry as many times as I wanted, yes, because every time I said
I got angry but I did it for his good..
I killed him but for the its good... yes today I was bad but I will never be
ever again... and every time I projected my ideal of goodness into the future
so I could be evil in the present
And with this idea I patched up the hole of a goodness that was drowning inside my hypocrisy because I didn't want to accept the other half of my nature as a violent man, greedy for sex and possessive.
But now that I am in the center of my anger
I isolate it from my body and now I am the one who dominates her
who dominates her...
and I can exploit her
for the benefit
of that good part of my nature
as a good boy
as good as bread...
That nice dress you have
can't hide the shit you have inside...
on the outside you look crunchy
like fresh bread while inside you
there is the vomit of your putrid and smelly self.

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