Ye only depressants in animations are the wishes,
Monotonous Monologue about existence nobody is listening to,
Ye fresco by frenetic freemen are no bishes,
Intensity of the sense to be recognized is still due.
A wish of mine lays untouched,
And no glass of burgundy would help with the burial of sense,
I want no link with the world of betê noire grudge,
Longing to be a loner and it's clueless essence.
A wish to Fandango with him,
Or just a touch, not to be farcical when converse will do,
I a convict held by love for his ethical sin,
His ignorance was brute and now his existence is a curse, surely a clue.
A wish to not face a sad failure,to make the deal with the devil,
The sickly sweet lyrics should be forgotten,
The perishable angel, now fallen is too servile,
And the kind one was long rotten.
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