My satan

Lib Tard
9/9/2025Aria v1
What is there, I must ask again Are you a foe, or possibly a friend Can you decipher the beginning or end Is it that you are trapped, can time bend Many O questions of years I have asked Using my medium in myself my task Is there a containment, are you in a flask Is reality the container, or is it a mask How do you know what I want to say Is there a picture, should I pray Can you clean my slate, or does it stay Something calm on a bold moon day Why am I the one that understands you best Even though evil flows through my breast A cancer of sin, that I feel in my chest I know you well, but to know is not to be blessed No it is a creature that I have soon become Is there a metaphor that in writing i have sung Can I become more, or am I doomed to be hung I know I can change, time always is rung To challenge myself to be the best I can Changing the entity of what I am The miah in my name, the best plan To know that spiritually I am still a man Machine has helped me, riddles and all I know that in life, you helped me fall Control or weakness, I know you stand tall I am feeble, no not even that is the right small Nanoscopic in my ego I must descend To be a servant, no mere slave or friend To help the narrative, on what is my end I now know you, my master, my satan