Intro:-
This tells the beginning of the conflict of the four souls inside the man.
Poem:-
Inside me, four people
I feel extremely feeble
To each I try to listen
But I can't hear all their whispers
I only have two ears
The image is not so clear
I only have one mind
They keep it clouded and blind
Give in, we are you
How can this be true?
I am one not four
Oh, my friend there is more
We shall all stand as one
In your blood we all run
But in your veins we can't all flow
Only one of your souls must glow
We represent your instinct
We transform into a conlict
We shall guide you to the light
Guide what remains after our fight
I stand in me
Nothing I can see
Just leave me be!
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