They once told me it all happens in threes,
pain, pleasure, grief,
happiness, anger, and relief.
It's been a while since we've last spoken,
that's true,
but you will still forever call me Blue.
And you will remain True Red,
agreed,
even when you're in the cage,
or freed.
Happy birthday to Us,
have you forgotten?
Just like leaving the other one to remain rotten.
Cast aside all your remaining anger,
is it still there, sibling?
Or did you finally find a way to bury it all,
can you hear Yellow still scribbling?
Brown no longer singing--
but wait, is that Green bastard still grinning?
Do not worry, Orange still remains locked up,
just like Purple will always be f*cked up.
Happy birthday to Us,
now do you recall?
Or do you only remember the bad days,
above all?
I'm sure Rojo misses your monologues,
just like Grey misses feeding Us pills,
and We obedient like lapdogs,
until chaos breaks welcoming The Twins' new thrills.
Happy birthday to Us,
does it even matter, T?
For someone as ageless as you,
does it even hurt anymore,
shall I loosen the noose from your neck,
and pull you down from that tree?
Nah, I think your time is not up quite yet,
I still haven't heard all that you regret.
Happy birthday to Us,
I can see He's up there still observing,
from the top of that pyramid,
Pharaoh's body rests inside,
preserving.
If anything, I feel He got lucky,
no, I do not feel sad for Him,
He had the easy way out,
and now His remains are but fossilized putty.
Well, happy birthday to the Host,
if He ever feels like peeking through Our Veil,
from pillar to post,
watch me while I capture another God,
and impale.
pain, pleasure, grief,
happiness, anger, and relief.
It's been a while since we've last spoken,
that's true,
but you will still forever call me Blue.
And you will remain True Red,
agreed,
even when you're in the cage,
or freed.
Happy birthday to Us,
have you forgotten?
Just like leaving the other one to remain rotten.
Cast aside all your remaining anger,
is it still there, sibling?
Or did you finally find a way to bury it all,
can you hear Yellow still scribbling?
Brown no longer singing--
but wait, is that Green bastard still grinning?
Do not worry, Orange still remains locked up,
just like Purple will always be f*cked up.
Happy birthday to Us,
now do you recall?
Or do you only remember the bad days,
above all?
I'm sure Rojo misses your monologues,
just like Grey misses feeding Us pills,
and We obedient like lapdogs,
until chaos breaks welcoming The Twins' new thrills.
Happy birthday to Us,
does it even matter, T?
For someone as ageless as you,
does it even hurt anymore,
shall I loosen the noose from your neck,
and pull you down from that tree?
Nah, I think your time is not up quite yet,
I still haven't heard all that you regret.
Happy birthday to Us,
I can see He's up there still observing,
from the top of that pyramid,
Pharaoh's body rests inside,
preserving.
If anything, I feel He got lucky,
no, I do not feel sad for Him,
He had the easy way out,
and now His remains are but fossilized putty.
Well, happy birthday to the Host,
if He ever feels like peeking through Our Veil,
from pillar to post,
watch me while I capture another God,
and impale.
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