Finding Myself
On a hunt to kill my alter ego
His name is Up
And what goes up must go down
With a slug from a 45
Can't be He's still alive
An axe to the back
But he only counter attack
A pill to slow his thought
But he is tough as iron wrought
Peace from within
To a higher plane
But he fears heights
And stayed behind
And now i live in peace
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