Be a me

Step into my shoes,
What do you feel now?
You are not a wolf,
Just a wolf-skinned sheep in the herd...

You are true evil;
Hiding behind people's backs
Scream all the curses out
At those, whose views you do not accept;

Do you like it?
Pretending you are like the others
You sell the soul for a penny...
Well, it is alright though, it means nothing —
It seems to be inherited...


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