1 Left-Handed

There's only one hand allowed to be used,

Slap my wrist until it's branded,

Switch and use the right.

Is your witch afraid of my craft?

My left is better than your right

As both sides synchronize,

Toe-the-line intelligence doesn't match mine.

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A disability on its own,

Right-handed only,

Not even a simple can opener can counter and work clockwise,

#2 pencils explain my stance correctly.

You're banal,

Your harmonize-with-popularity isn't anything interesting.

Does our vice enchant you, making you crave more;

Or does the assorted scare you?

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Targets above opposite heads,

Dart them apart,

Tear up the existence,

It'll never evanesce man-made fears.

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Satanic only within the mind,

My metal can opens Hell's Gateway,

The core's blistering heat cooks your face;

Imagination paranoias the mind

As my left hand is quite divine.

Come through, Devil,

I call with my spell work,

Beseech you,

Prove the public's stupidity,

As God will condemn non-conformity.

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Devil-like?

Sure,

If it feasts upon your unproven fears,

Beelzebub will free the flies,

Proving the black pen mark that points out my Pantheon-born hand.

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Clink, Clink, Clink,

The can is now empty,

Southpaw,

You can never escape the Devil.

We lefts' will always wander secretly,

Waiting as your fears are proven illogical

As you rights' sit back and watch the other side ---

The ones always forgotten are locked behind the metal gate,

Saved last,

And handed normal tools.