I favour obscurity
Whenever it serves my purpose
I favour all kinds of things
To reach my own goals
But suddenly everything has changed
As I found my [bad word] confession
It was almost like a stroke
Beyond [bad word] 

 [bad word] 
It feels like a fond memory
Which is frozen in time
Now awakened from the cold
memory sublime
It is the wisdom of the world
All frozen in time
Conserved for eternity
Void of any grime

It hit me like a disease
Without warning over night
strange fever woke me up
Released what was locked away
Buried in my early youth
While I was still a child
With each year another layer
Freezing it in time

 [bad word] 
It feels like a fond memory
Which is frozen in time
Now awakened from the cold
memory sublime
It is the wisdom of the world
All frozen in time
Conserved for eternity
Void of any grime