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Jan 2013
Welcome to the first act
Observe the hanging tapestries painted
In black blood
From the lost angels of Egypt
Their wings were clipped and
Their hides tanned for your Pleasure!

Welcome to my wormy show
Where seeing is not to truly know
Cast your attention to the willow tree
Dressed in drag and the ticking time bomb
That holds the key to infinity
(we lost the key years ago)

Enter underneath and inside the meat tent
Swat away destitute buzzing flies
Stand entranced by our acrobats in fire dance
There's not a seat in the house
That cares just as much as we do

Revel in the tears of the men and women
Who got off track
And now are in a life they wish to flee
Misery lasts a lifetime
Choose what you will wisely
Watch out for bandits who smile and
Cars that go over speeds of 98

Attack not the hand that feeds you
But the feed that is given to the hand
If there is a problem, there is a solution
When the darkness envelopes you
Seek light in independence to gain your freedom
Accept everyone and yourself
Admitting defeat is swallowing the last breath
Corner stores are sometimes not constructed on corners

Act accordingly
Written by
Mitchell
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