Just like you did yesterday
Let's pretend your intention
Is wearing a clowns mask
Then perhaps all dignity
Will rise from ashes beneath seas
So now I should conform
To the void
lingering in thy ignorance
Did you not bring flowers
To the remains of I mind?
Oh Royal one, master
Shall I trade ink and scrolls
For thy puerile trait?
May be then thy eyes
Shall but blink in fopish awe
You fathom the glory of chains!
Oh wise one?
I say a prayer for thee
That if ebony smiles one moon
Thy eggs will taste not thine plight
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