HOSTILE TAKEOVER

The body is the instrument of soul,
Which animates its members and directs
Its purposes toward soul’s intended goal,
The first and final cause of its effects.

But who am I, who hovers in between,
Not body and not soul, but something other,
A consciousness quite real but unseen,
Whom time reveals and sad events discover?

I am the Ego, who usurps the rule
Entrusted to the guidance of the soul;
It's I who turn a Wizard to a Fool,
Making the body play another role.

Unless my soul reclaim its rightful state,
Damnation is my destiny and fate.

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