the image of the world I live in
born into to fall into oblivion
is the huge arena of illusion and deceit
nothing's real

NOTHING

not a thing curtain call
the show starts,
commonness and self-leceration against the unceasing
lape of redemption - clowns
the masters of disguise
are man's prototype my fear of the future increases
this arena is crowded with clowns
curtain call and the show starts
just one tear releases a violent river

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