Insidious Incarceration

You're just some kid who thinks their good at poetry.
Now your egos jealousy has you going at me.
You think you're better at stringing rhyme and words together.
But I know how to combine all kinds of sick sounds and letters.
Whip them around and create the perfect mixture.
Let me try and give you a mental picture.
Be aware,
stay prepared.
For if you're a good enough listener, I'll make you my very own prisoner.

First I throw on headphones and put on some instrumentals.
Chemicals swirl.
In my head they twirl,
dancing with the music until I finally hurl
That initial syllable,
so sweet and lyrical.
In my mind the flow takes control.
An imperial authority,
governing with absolute superiority.
Mind and body,
in a single state that I,
find so godly.

In one swift and steady motion,
his hands twist to ready a potion.
His alchemist wrists spring to life,
siphoning elemental energy,
to take down the enemy.
He ignites the flame and starts to spread the fire.
He calls my name,
knowing that together we burn much brighter.

Sorry for not giving you an introduction.
This right here is my weapon of mass destruction.
He is Me and I am Him.
Our mind is intertwined.
Into a single host our souls combined.
You all seem to view reality,
through the thin veil of individuality.
Sadly.
But not me.
Gladly.
I've got something spiritual inside me.
Guiding,
following,
listening.
A private detective,
who brings back a new perspective.
Allowing me to be more perceptive,
but still less susceptible,
to those who try to con.
Like the snake who wants,
you to do only wrongs.
Deceptive.
They wait,
for those who seem receptive.
In the dark they sit and lurk,
until they see an opportunity that just might work.
They speak in quiet voices and appealing tongues,
waiting for you to step in the elaborate trap they've strung.
By then your ears are wide open,
hanging on every word.
Thinking that each is golden,
but there is only silence.
You let his hook slide in.
You took the bait,
you've sealed your fate.

You're like putty in my hands.
All you stupid fucking fans.
You're all so easy to captivate,
and fascinate.
Yet I'm still the one that you all hate.
For your information,
you got yourself in this situation.
Your weak will allowed for an easy anti-emancipation.
With,
just one melody -
Heavenly -
I manipulate brazenly.
Like a sordid siren.
I lure you to my island.
Once here I strip you to pieces.
Reinforce all possible breaches.
I break you and make you.

I brand you and command you.
In quick succession,
you become my weapon.
So long as you are under my suppression,
you will do my bidding without aggression.

This is my empire, you will fuel the fire.
With great effort, you will raise it higher.
Your body and mind now belong to me,
to rule with an unquestioned sovereignty.
Bow now to the mighty supremacy.

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