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My archetypal anima Could dream a billion dreams Yet none elucidate my psyche’s Shadow self-esteem It yearns to be made whole again Detaching from the soma Yet cannot mend the mandalas That fracture its persona From the superego servant Of unconsciousness collective To the individuation Silent tyrant introspective Still projecting as the pedagogue The hero and the saint But the mystic rebel overlord’s This portrait that I paint For I’m an evil genius author Penning nurseries of rhymes I am the psychopath symbology Just read between the lines
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
The Good Die Jung
My archetypal anima Could dream a billion dreams Yet none elucidate my psyche’s Shadow self-esteem It yearns to be made whole again Detaching from the soma Yet cannot mend the mandalas That fracture its persona From the superego servant Of unconsciousness collective To the individuation Silent tyrant introspective Still projecting as the pedagogue The hero and the saint But the mystic rebel overlord’s This portrait that I paint For I’m an evil genius author Penning nurseries of rhymes I am the psychopath symbology Just read between the lines
michael-marchese
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
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