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Underneath our masks we paint our faces too pale; Fraudulent smiles Only must we wear in this play? Tragedy makes the inks run Audience sobs too, yet we are too numb to vex; Merely convincing Plot: ignore true emotion Please enjoy our props Sensationalist amusement at its finest; Ready made to sell Come one, come all and feel Masques and poems enhance the play Scripts all written by poets, Saints and Prodigies; Artless art makers Publish our dear Mother Earth Her manuscript grows everyday Their realities denied with good intentions; So that we may live A life of meaning and play In a world of vast settings
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Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC
The Great Play (A Renga collaboration with tsac)
Underneath our masks we paint our faces too pale; Fraudulent smiles Only must we wear in this play? Tragedy makes the inks run Audience sobs too, yet we are too numb to vex; Merely convincing Plot: ignore true emotion Please enjoy our props Sensationalist amusement at its finest; Ready made to sell Come one, come all and feel Masques and poems enhance the play Scripts all written by poets, Saints and Prodigies; Artless art makers Publish our dear Mother Earth Her manuscript grows everyday Their realities denied with good intentions; So that we may live A life of meaning and play In a world of vast settings
Jayelbe
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Jayelbe
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC
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