The Freest Freer
In music's realm, I'm a virtuoso, they say,
A symphonic maestro, I've found my own way,
With melodies gold, my spirit takes flight,
Notes dancing together, a harmonious sight.
& in the world of subjugation, I'm the dark,
A puppeteer of power, leaving a mark,
With cunning persuasion, I bend to my will,
Manipulation and control, my skills all fulfill.
In marketing's game, I'm the mastermind sly,
Crafting illusions, I can't deny,
I sell desires, create needs from thin air,
A master of influence, with secrets of flair.
A paradox am I, in this dualistic sphere,
Where music's sweet strains and evil's veneer,
In one heart, they rejoice, a cosmic divide,
Two sides of a coin, in this tumultuous ride.
In the symphony's embrace, I find my grace,
In notes and rhythms, I discover my place,
But beware the darkness that lurks within me,
For in subjugation and marketing, I am the freer.
So let the music resound, let it heal and inspire,
While I dance with shadows, my soul's trial by fire,
In this complex existence, I am the whole,
Fuzing the good of my music with the evil of soul.