The self commanding to evil...
...the Satan that springs from me...
...leading me away from the ideal...
...from light to darkness;
Born of me,
Me brings him up,
Me survives him,
The snake!
Badly coupled in me,
Stinging me evermore;
Should I kill him?
No way he can be killed,
I must discipline him,
I must make him obedient,
This naughty little child 'self'!
Mykoul
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