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This gallery of shape-shifting souls Has become a theater of the obvious Token observations presented as Extraordinary divine revelation A parade of window-shopping prophets Pointing, praying, "oooh, I want THAT one" Stuck in a mold, how many don't know any better? Confined to their emotions It's All they've ever known But that's all it takes to get your foot in the door Of this funhouse mirror maze Listen now to the laughter echoing against the glass Lon Chaney guffaws at all who got lost Hopelessly walking in circles Hungry snakes chasing their tails
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Gallery of Souls
This gallery of shape-shifting souls Has become a theater of the obvious Token observations presented as Extraordinary divine revelation A parade of window-shopping prophets Pointing, praying, "oooh, I want THAT one" Stuck in a mold, how many don't know any better? Confined to their emotions It's All they've ever known But that's all it takes to get your foot in the door Of this funhouse mirror maze Listen now to the laughter echoing against the glass Lon Chaney guffaws at all who got lost Hopelessly walking in circles Hungry snakes chasing their tails
james-arthur-casey
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
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