Poets' corner entry; Two

Two..
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I wonder what's the truth
about my sides that seems two
one is witty, the other was a fool
one was pushing to sell my soul through
to the fiery limbs, that flocks with the cruel
a shield against gale; my plumages are two
It will save my doomsday; my peril in full
with a fame to lead me amidst that libel's brook
one that wallows in shame; shamble's pool
Its claws are ill-smooth, and are ready to pull.
above this I soared, higher before its look.
. .
The other side of me open his book
skimmed across lines, reading loud and through:
the story of how Messiah conquered the Jews.
the strife that occurred in Constantinople
Paris discovered Achilles heel and caused his doom.
Joseph triumphed against his brethren too.
Oh!  My alter ego is a motivator (maybe a fool)
He wants my vigil done without holy ghost, coup!
Without mountain of fire, foes will go down, stoop!
For me to conjugate success like it's my boo.
. .
Hmm! Phew! Who?!
huh! Sorry, which among the two
Ideas, seems cynical? Both, shoo!
Will it fill my wardrobe and lace my shoe?.
One, admonished to rush and take it crude.
so one for me will from mouth pour the dough through
Affluent me dungs, my rich anus of dollars poo.
Another me say: Gently, take it cool
if you push for glory, honour's root will pull.
So mean, human will blame you as a fool.
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~wizardcalidad™|2015~