Ego Reprehendo

You think to taunt me

Futile

Here
In my darkness
My solitary refinement
I have thought of all
As I scoffed
At the lies
Of your morality
Observing you
Infants playing king
With your facile rules

You cannot touch me
Fear holds you back
Lest I turn you

Into me

Come closer

Hit me

The pain will be yours

I watch your eyes
Dilate
As fear grips
Self preservation
Sinks its hooks

Therein lies your error

You cannot destroy

That which

Decries its own existence

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