Ephemeral stitch
In this fabric of space time
Continual itch
Leave less to imagination
And more to exaggeration
From dust we come without an explanation
Who dropped the ball
The tall will all fall
Good thing the universe was on call
The semblance of a maker
Couldn't be more faker
Than the tears in the eyes of a full-blown hater
Witches & Wizards
Magicians & Blizzards
Insignificant blips on my radar
That frequently go to far
Lies to be told to my face
Behind my back
Tied to my waist
Weigh me down
For a round
It's more than a pound
More like a ton
Smashing me into the ground
What a waste...
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