Temptation a poem by Misfit

You’re caught up in material existence

You must learn to escape the clutch of temptation

A means of stauch dicipline and hand in all your false ego got you thinking…

This network of illussion: is the goal of your life misson,

Keepin your own

Caught up in your extravaganza,

For I will guide you through these words of my stances

Away from the amateur the prototype

Display the overnight / so you heed the words of the wise

I practice what I preach there is no need to devise a plan

I see you ready to command

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