 “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” The hosts of heaven have come the time of Roses has begun The tempest finally won spun like fairy tales and fictitious schemes all those things that got ya locked by all them 'seems' A myriad of dreams themes you made so very unclean my fiddle-headed lark my vocational Stark my lonesome ember long after dark Lies have always been Satan's mark But you... you always knew which way the wind blew even as you chose to eschew what the Lord had given you That hand that bit of sand given by a witch so you could finally make your stand to be authentically you and look... look what You chose to do Dumber than a box of rocks or a bunch of cum-filled socks or some silly little locks full of greying hair for this maiden fare who chose time and time again to play the clown to do it all upside down pretending his smile weren't really a frown Twinkle, twinkle little star look how infamous you've grown so far Those devil deeds sewn into a cloak of shame Your precious game of fame And how it forever tarnished Your eternal name. X 09/17/2023 *Some see one, some sew a few, some see them all and know exactly what to do.
Mistress Mary, quite contrary.
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