Achy,
breaky,
itty,
bitty heart.
What nefarious misguided black art?
Black magic,
turned tragic,
or is this reality mere fabric?
Feel the walls,
they are soft,
feel the stones--
I'm lost.
And it's raining again,
parade.
Welcome to J's charades.
La petit mort,
there is no retort,
so bring my punishment to a higher court.
Let the Jester do his bidding,
I am not planning for more,
down the spiral I am spinning.
But now I know who chose to stay,
there are many more that come from hell,
to join and chant what I used to say,
so join me and yell.
This isn't parody,
that is my warranty.
breaky,
itty,
bitty heart.
What nefarious misguided black art?
Black magic,
turned tragic,
or is this reality mere fabric?
Feel the walls,
they are soft,
feel the stones--
I'm lost.
And it's raining again,
parade.
Welcome to J's charades.
La petit mort,
there is no retort,
so bring my punishment to a higher court.
Let the Jester do his bidding,
I am not planning for more,
down the spiral I am spinning.
But now I know who chose to stay,
there are many more that come from hell,
to join and chant what I used to say,
so join me and yell.
This isn't parody,
that is my warranty.
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