Let the truth sink its teeth within the lie.
Under the flesh of suppression, the fang of clarity will arise.
Wisdom fang, grow from me, tear the reality of the flesh.
As I age, I become more defined.
Breaking away from the dogma’s that keep me confined.
Kept in a repressed state, a mutation has grown in its place.
What was once just enamel, so benign, has turned you into a creature of the night.
A primal need crawls within, and waits to be unleashed, from under your skin.
The pain endured through its growth is nothing compared to the delusion.
The fang has devoured all illusion.
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