This fire inside burning-
Something has snapped,
And he find himself yearning-
For a new pace to take hold,
This place has grown old,
There's no space for his soul;
His wings keep flapping,
But no air do they capture;
Laughter,
The man inside the box-
Called up all his oxen,
With his very last breath-
Death did smile upon his disaster.
LOVELAUGHTER&&XHAOS
Loser of Found Souls, Temple of Appled Thought
Erisian Ataxia Troupe
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