The Stage is set,
As they all leave their fountain,
Mindless hunks of flesh,
Coming down from the mountain.
And now the Curtain rises,
As the first one falls,
A flourish of death,
My one true Protocol.
Our performance begins,
As they blossom to life,
Once a pointless mortal,
Now true art in the afterlife.
Watch my Puppets Dance,
One, Two, Three, Four!
Sprouting, blooming into beauty,
Now this, I truly Adore.
Smiles, Everyone, Smiles!
Don't scorn me with those blood soaked eyes,
Your misery is my masterpiece,
Together we can harmonize.
I've outdone myself this time,
There is almost no more art to be made,
I've reflected on my pieces,
And I'm not done I'm afraid.
I cannot be good, I MUST be perfection,
As they all break out into a brawl,
From far off in the distance I whisper,
This is your curtain call.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
The Stage is set,
As they all leave their fountain,
Mindless hunks of flesh,
Coming down from the mountain.
And now the Curtain rises,
As the first one falls,
A flourish of death,
My one true Protocol.
Our performance begins,
As they blossom to life,
Once a pointless mortal,
Now true art in the afterlife.
Watch my Puppets Dance,
One, Two, Three, Four!
Sprouting, blooming into beauty,
Now this, I truly Adore.
Smiles, Everyone, Smiles!
Don't scorn me with those blood soaked eyes,
Your misery is my masterpiece,
Together we can harmonize.
I've outdone myself this time,
There is almost no more art to be made,
I've reflected on my pieces,
And I'm not done I'm afraid.
I cannot be good, I MUST be perfection,
As they all break out into a brawl,
From far off in the distance I whisper,
This is your curtain call.
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