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★ pretend ☆

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let’s pretend

wear our masks

to start the play

of plastic flasks

let’s put a pierrot

smile and crack

the guard and to

fake lost attacks

let’s make puppet

speak funnily

make them laugh

at tragedy

let’s marionette

and dance a tune

burn our feet

into the moon

let’s paint a clown

into contrary

when they find him

quite so scary

let’s make jester

balance on balls

and applaud when

he thus falls

let’s harlequin a

small story for you

the ending’s bad

but it is true

let’s mime an act

of monochrome

make you believe

in invisible tones

let’s be fools and

scaramouches and

buffoons and comics

and madcaps, worst best

for a night of revelry

and entertainment hot

let us all pretend to be

someone we are not.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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Welcome to the Vmbralvm Asylvm

In a cramped room of killers and crimson rust

Empty eyes staring, livid faces mistaken

Creatures haunted by the voices of the gory past

No longer humans, but shambolic souls broken

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Toxicity, poison, venom, and archaic lies

Whispered, hissed, purred ever so sullenly

Despicable madness and hapless cries

Ringing out, crying, screaming for me

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Frail squalid hands constantly reaching

Against the tenebrific void of the cells

Cautionary tales desperately begging

To get them out of this version of Hell

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What is white? What is black?

The lines of love and purity start to crack

Moral compasses spin wildly and weather vanes fly

Veering off in directions that no one dares try

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Possession, an illness, a disease to society

A plague that should be contained, that’s all they’re perceived

White demons with no wings and halo forcing them a cure

The fallen ones, injections and magic tricks are all they endure

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Decaying skins and bleached bones exposed so bare

Scarred minds so torn and arcane thoughts so rare

Tongues so sharp yet clockwork hearts so dull

Their reality and universe ever so null

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Immortal sins, did it taste so good?

Seeing humans as their toys and corruption as their food?

They didn’t know, what else can they blame

Only the friction in their sanity that started the flames

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Trying to save what they’ve left behind

Traded their senses to peddle endless thoughts unkind

They used to be on thrones, indestructible kings

But their exacerbated ail, only anarchy did it bring

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Just how soon would they ever know

If not for their pedantic, neurotic minds?

Did they reap what they sow?

Have they lost what they should find?

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They come here for payment, their chains clanking harsh

For their final judgement, crimes written on stars

Isolation, reclusion, they’re just simply thrown away

Hoping for when they can see the light of the day

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Now say goodbye to the world that shunned you off

Now you’re part of us misfits that even God has scoffed

The dystopic asylum is demented, no soul here alive anymore

No more than pierrots, jokers, and harlequins with chasmic cores.

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