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The Marionette’s March

The fear sets in, of knowing how short our time is
The shortness of stride, not a single excuse to prove
That we were meant for this
Everything starts to spin all at once
If you hear something strange in my voice, its conviction
Detest my words, they have no ill meaning…


Don’t look back on the patience you lost

The blood that’s been wasted, the casualties cost

A strange voice that hides the bad intentions

Though not yours to atone, suffer in perdition


Back and forth, the confused marionette swings

Keys of haunted reveries a rusty music box sings

Conviction relinquished to the uproarious applause

What’s yours will be mine, and sever all the loss


And I believe that your hands clap for a reason

Just as why thieves walk free and lambs go to prison

If death was a game, then the dice has been cast

Only those caught in the thorns of the throne shall last


We move on, we move on, what’s a clock without the ticks?

To warn of oncoming reparations, sounds rather cryptic

Follow the trail of sunshine as it stammers and falters feeble

Heads and tails decision, let the coin land in the middle


And if the theatre lights shut down in this city’s comatose

Bow deep and lay upon your mausoleum a dusty merlot rose

Thus holding only the patience that was once yours to have

Now forsaken and lost like a demon in an ocean of gods.


Oh dear puppet, wake up
And cut the strings before the next show
I believe that this is in your blood
By all means take your place, take your place
Put yourself into this letter, we’ve all had it alright
We dropped the ball.


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All Hail The King

Your cruelty clings to my broken wings
You wrote this in your scarlet letter
You’re a whore for feelings
A touch-me junkie scraping by the skin
Of someone who’s better…


It’s the way he carries himself

As if the world should bow to him

Each step a dramatic flair

With much regard and self-esteem


The way he looks down on people

Like he’s such a special case

With a practiced condescending sneer

Etched on his fist-worthy face


The way he degrades and consumes

Getting bites big enough to chew

When he has used and spat out you out

He’s completely through with you


The way he thinks he’s all there is

And the universe on their shoulders is his

He’s got his friends, got his enemies

He’s got his plastic talent and camaraderie


And it’s the way he carries himself

As if he is the king of this whole damn thing

But he’s just a power-tripping man charged with treason

Prepped and ready for his final execution.


You’ve got it wrong, weakness is the body leaving pain
You like the way it hurts, the scar, the stain
You’re in the gutter, the kind of filth that makes me shutter
What you can’t change will remain the same…

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In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven sent hell away
No one sings like you anymore…

~Black Hole Sun; Soundgarden


You didn’t stay

For the encore,

But you left a

Mark deeper

Than the cut

Of the razor.

You didn’t stay

To take a bow,

But you are a

Legend, you

Didn’t need

One anyhow.

Rock in peace.


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Manie Di Grandezza

I aimed for simplicity

You chose grandiose delusions

Silk and velvet tapestry

Of a finest gasconade illusion

Whence I garner a cut

You have to bleed yourself dry

A drop’s never enough

Lest a laughingstock you defy

Your imperial desires

For a regal cinematic decorum

Every breath conspires

Such braggadocio, cockalorum

For there’s an audience

Of your loyal subjects watching

You can afford to be dense

For sakes to impress, captivating

Enthralling national idiots

With your claims of perspicacious

And to assure your own lot

Of self-manipulativeness edacious

Such pompous destitutions

Graces, bluster, and rodomontade

Gauche piquant ostentations

With a tatterdemalion promenade

Your stiff upper lip wavers

As parades of pomp and circumstance

Feels more presumptuous

Than your supercilious happenstance

Omnipotence and wealth

With such expansive superior qualities

Are not good for your health

So keep it to your arrogant psychosis

With severest egocentricity

And an overachiever’s self-applauses

Comes great responsibility

And medical attention for the clauses

Oh King Richard, vainglorious

Lend me your ears and heed my calls

Come hither from ivory tower

The greater you are, the harder you fall

You may be condescending

Reckon you’re an alpha, the orgulous omega

Fortunately, it’s a bad ending

For, I’m afraid, no one bows to megalomania.

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