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Worthless Bones
Ignoring what is soon to come
the darkness and all its pain
within an oaken sleeve
in the underbelly of night
engrained on my worthless bones
on death's carousel
as I scream for peanuts
"It's Showtime Folks!"
the darkness and all its pain
within an oaken sleeve
in the underbelly of night
engrained on my worthless bones
on death's carousel
as I scream for peanuts
"It's Showtime Folks!"
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