there's a demon in me
that shits through my mouth
and calls it profound utterance
it entered me when I was 12
and I chose the flesh over the spirit
so I embraced what Leonard once called
the alibi of the artist
and now a demon mocks me
and all the utterance I can make at the moment is
ain't this the shit?
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