O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil! We come to this place for the first time knowing we've walked through these gates before a hell where every dance floor is turned into an encore of war We know the smell well that death knell the stairwell we took to another floor thinking we'd simply come to explore more But we fell like so many abandoned dreams dried in an inkwell all of them spelled by my personal infidel my dinner bell My everything in one crazy nutshell We come to this place once again looking to amend the pretend that's caused us all to descend to upend to miscomprehend We come to know it for the first time as it never was to insert a clause to fix the faux pas we've stitched with glory and applause thinking it was gauze We come knowing this is how we set caged birds free we, the eternal escapees filigreed in gold singing songs of the untold both reckless and bold We come to make a brand new mold X 02/03/2023 © Raena Exe 2023 *All rights reserved
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