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The Great Masquerade Parade
I saw people post poetry here so I thought that I might as well see what people here think of mine.
Good day,
Bad day?
How does the young one's dream stay?
How are the Mind's Toxins kept at bay?
Why does it fade,
The Great Crumbling Gray Clay?
Is it fear of Pain?
Or fear of Death's old Blade?
Or perhaps The Great Masquerade Parade!
The Madness contained within,
Oh how it dwarfs even the most akin.
The Masked Fools how they march and shout!
Driving away All reason,
While hideously prancing about!
Spreading their Most Wholesome Treason!
Now all fall in awe,
The Cattle's mind heeds the Call,
Following along in autonomus joy,
Chasing the Parade's insinuating ploy!
Now all see the Parades true being,
The Cattle,
Slaughtered.
These are the ways of The Great Masquerade Parade,
All who play are played,
The Cattle is but the Masses,
And the Great Parade is known to all,
But acted upon by none...
©2008 stolide
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