JOKER

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As your world slowly burns to ashes

You cry out in angry lashes

Your thoughts are racing

While your senses are degrading

You’re torn to shreds by your own mind

Your sanity, you left far behind

Your frown turns to a pointed grin

Shut the world out, let the voices in

Your eyes turn a bright red

You’re worse than the monsters under the bed

Your sword slice your sister’s life

Your words pointed sharper than a knife

Your laugh fills the empty hall

You await your turn as the king falls

You take his place in the throne

There you are, back at home

Souls screaming, stench in air

Pitch black turns to white hair

The voices growing louder in your head

The one you used to be is dead

You turn back to face yourself

Take out your profile from the shelf

Joker Nightington, the knight of Hell

Made a king when the other fell

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