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How is it right
To prove thy might
By frying babies
At night
Once we were the king of the world
The envy of every nation
Now we are the master of incompetence
The brunt of every joke

We have King Chaos
To thank for this
The shock was too much to bear
That I should live now, without your care
That you had slipped through spirit’s door
And left me here
I’m a fictional storyteller

     I write lies...
Your hugs held me together
Unrestrained
I break apart
I’ve come to like it
The loneliness...

It has become
A part of me

I don’t want to
Give it up
Does it matter what I think
When you think the same as me

Does it matter what I say
When you can speak the same as me

Why not join and shout it loud
for all the world to hear

Is that what makes us different
I shout what you can’t scream
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