Curtain call!
Axe to fall!
The burden of all!
Make me feel small!
Just what is the point of this?
I can't seem to unball my fists!
The light bulb is an exorcist,
My mind is ruled by a perfectionist!
An exhibition abscission addition
just the price of my admission!
Tactician, logician, magician, musician,
mechanical phantasm of perdition!
Juxtaposition presupposition!
Nuclear fission decomposition!
No boundary condition for my mission!
The wizard wanders,
The world widens.
Violent submission,
Intuition suspicion.
THE HARBINGERWritten by Jungle (N.F.N.)
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