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And so it is,
That I hide
I can't abide

By natures laws,

I confide
Contemplate suicide
Darkly, swinging wide

A clock hand

Unto this,
I remiss
Longing greatly,
For deaths sweet kiss

Dark song,

Blackened lips
Fingertips
I served your table,
Pay your tips

Money spent

Membership dues,
You haven't a clue
Real life in truth,
Coloured blue

Black rainbows,

Make your wage
Dance on stage,
Oldened
Turn the page

A tune

Step in time,
Sing your rhyme
Its what they want,
They've paid their dime

Watch it,

See me here
Am I clear
The heat,
It sears

I can't breathe

The air is stale
My skin is pale
And I hang,
From Satans tail

— The End —