Never mind the overdose, we celebrate to our hearts' contents all day
Inside of them, a festival of sugar and smiles bubbles in sweet tenure
Getting a hold of our free will, we independence ourselves from rotten decay
Finding solace and justice in candies, we are happy; we enure
Might as well live in the sweet now than to expect the sourness of tomorrow
What acidic rains await us at the other side of the mountain, horrible and desolate
The stickiness of yesterday drags us back again and again; to the candy we borrow
We ate and ate, having lost our faith. We trusted fate to deliver a most sugary trait
Of cotton and threads, for gummy buttons and fondant wardrobes we all strived and came
High on fructose are our origins; an inescapable truth we adhere to like flies to rancid candy
What sins we have devoured. Our tasty kin are too much to not put sugar to flame
Cannibals, murderers. A festival of offal and cavity-filled grins. Like modus operandi
But now, we have changed. One sweet hero saves us from ourselves by teaching us
To not eat our hearts out. To not dilute our blood, or spin our skin to make it fluffy
Instead, we now live in the today. Away from that spring-like coil history of thus
Of thus it's teachings we abide. Of thus the aroma of crystalized sugar made toughie
We are now harder, stronger, tougher to chew on. Unrivaled in tenacity and adaptability
Like candy, maleable and ever-changing. We hold a festival in honor of our teacher and hero
Decorum of stretchable crystal. Transparent and beaming with the light of our new reality
Like us. Like our hero. Made of sugary crystals that have a caloric intake of zero
Why eat ourselves again if there is nothing to gain from it? A waste of sugar and smiles
Better yet, we can see through ourselves now. We can see nothing inside our new bodies
So we celebrate that annually. Giving thanks to the person that put us through our trials
Sweet and long. Sugar and smiles. Not sugary sweet, but lasting happiness. Like hendiadys
Come join us in the celebrations. One more soul should suffice to bring this festival together
As the up-and-coming hero of ours, what role is there for you to play instead?
As a wearer of fair skin, teach us now how to wear both baked leather and feather
We want to change once again. From sugar and smiles, to flour and dread
Our ginger-head hero, our ginger-bread teacher. Put to flame just like them
But it was not enough, you see. Crystals we are now, but we do not want to anymore
Each year, we change. A yearly festival of gum and crumb
We are linked by sugar and smiles. Confectionaries of s'more and gore
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