Contradiction
Sometimes I feel like the devil
With Angel wings
I migrate towards evil
While flying over all the good things
I was packaged and sealed very tightly
When I was born
Only to have flaws in my armour
That were pre-existing and torn
Maybe I represent
Both good and bad
Perhaps I could sell you happiness
While wearing a suit made of sad
I contradict everything in many ways
I see clearly at night
And dream during the day
I'm held together in rubble
By the debris from love and hate
I'm the ugliest masterpiece ever made
I'm the light
That shines dark
The one that never fades
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