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Watch, you say.
Here he goes, you say.
Told you so, you say.

Watch and scream
with utter delight
as the amazeing
failing boy.

We ease and grace
and swift slight of hand
he lays his sorrows
into the melting pot.

Dash of the unknown,
a bit of hard knocks.
Spoon full of horror,
and a fist full of rage.

These are the things that make the man.
These are the things that are laughted at.
These are the things that seperate us.
These are the things dreams shatter on.

We hold these facts to be
self-enlightenment,
that all people are made to be
equal.

I want to break the mold.
I want to cure the sickness.
I want to bathe the wicked.
I want the unobtainable.

Punchline - Kill point.

Broken mold or not.
My trumphs are in vain.
Still I venture and hark the heralds.
Voices in the wings,
of an Macabare Play.

Labor taken as
Hobby,
Odd Job,
Past time.

Love taken as
Waste of time,
Point well taken.

Fantasys take as
Taboo,
Of handed,
light hearted,
Gestures of common morons.

To say these things
is what made me what i am.
To say these things
make me dread your pressence.
To say these things,
and mean them,
has made me what I want to be.

Whole.

Description
Watch, you say.
Here he goes, you say.
Told you so, you say.

Watch and scream
with utter delight
as the amazeing
failing boy.

We ease and grace
and swift slight of hand
he lays his sorrows
into the melting pot.

Dash of the unknown,
a bit of hard knocks.
Spoon full of horror,
and a fist full of rage.

These are the things that make the man.
These are the things that are laughted at.
These are the things that seperate us.
These are the things dreams shatter on.

We hold these facts to be
self-enlightenment,
that all people are made to be
equal.

I want to break the mold.
I want to cure the sickness.
I want to bathe the wicked.
I want the unobtainable.

Punchline - Kill point.

Broken mold or not.
My trumphs are in vain.
Still I venture and hark the heralds.
Voices in the wings,
of an Macabare Play.

Labor taken as
Hobby,
Odd Job,
Past time.

Love taken as
Waste of time,
Point well taken.

Fantasys take as
Taboo,
Of handed,
light hearted,
Gestures of common morons.

To say these things
is what made me what i am.
To say these things
make me dread your pressence.
To say these things,
and mean them,
has made me what I want to be.

Whole.