Translation: Friends' show
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Picked up once more like a marionette.
Next, released with a soul to forget.I heard claps, compliments and cheers, whilst the curtain unfolds.
meaning, get the show on the road.The strings are twitched, day 'till dusk.
So the dummy's stir unremittingly, for the puppet master's delight.His lithe, sleek fingers handles massive skill.
So that the puppets think it is their own will.Tap your feet to the rhythmless beat,
twirl around and repeat.
Get ready for the dominating gloom,
until you're consumed.Oh my soul, absorbed by black holes,
Can't control the rage of folly.
Suddenly, my head picked off the ground,
leaving my body unsound.
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𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝖉'𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖊 || 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
PoésieDo we have the ability to make whoopee through the path of agony?