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Sometimes the mind
Plays tricks on you
And things are done
You know you shouldn't do
The power within
Takes over your thoughts
Rational thinking
Is all but lost
You succumb to the need
To take control
Knowing full well
That is not your role
Is it to get attention,
Or maybe a rise
Take it from me
That route is not wise
The punishment dealt
Will fit the crime
The searing pain of a branding iron
Was my price....my fine
Now a reminder lies
Scarred deep and true
Remember my tale
It could happen to you
Don't get me wrong
I wear his brand with pride
But it forever reminds me
His hand will Strictlyguide