75. Overseer
Do you think I’m not real?
Don’t you know I watch over your every step?
I’m the overseer, always was, always will.
I’m the shadow of you, the ground under your feet.
I am never ever going to let you go,
You will never get rid of me.
I don’t want your body nor your soul.
I just like to see when you’re frightened,
Like to see when you turn ‘round in fear.
Maybe, I won’t leave you even after your death,
I’ll always be your overseer.
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