The entry of the jester
The exit of the forgotten knight
Red velvet skies of
Deep varicrose veins of
Smeared wastage of senses
With strong fortified defences
Breaking them down
Breaking them down
Breaking them down
Breaking them down
No denying the real devotion to the lost cause
A future forever borne by the burden of the cross
Nonsense
The fictitious holy fool
Or wise words
Of a neglected spark-less jewel
Foolish is but as
What simple persons dictate
I did it my way
With nary a hint of regret
Take me seriously I beg you not
Scoff with mercy in the devil's lot
Time waits and tide turns
As karma ends and life begins
With hopes that I am not a forget
One sided nonsense never instills eternity
Downright arrongance
Makes obvious the necessity of ignorance
And self indulgence
Strange bed fellows
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