Light paint, a false nose, rainbow colored hair.
A lonely stage is set for comic grace.
The Clown walks on to greet our hate. Life is
just too much to bear, so He paints His face.
His long, odd shaped shoes and most painful walk
give display of that we've shown. His blood stains
our murdering hands. His act taints our lives.
His painted tear - an eulogy - of rain.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 9:49 AM UTC
Light paint, a false nose, rainbow colored hair.
A lonely stage is set for comic grace.
The Clown walks on to greet our hate. Life is
just too much to bear, so He paints His face.
His long, odd shaped shoes and most painful walk
give display of that we've shown. His blood stains
our murdering hands. His act taints our lives.
His painted tear - an eulogy - of rain.
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