the image of the world I live in born into to fall into oblivion is the huge arena of illusion & deceit nothing's real not a thing curtain call & the show starts, commonness and self-leceration against the unceasing lape of redemption - clowns the masters of disguise are man's prototype my fear of the future increases this arena is crowded with clowns curtain call & the show starts just one tear releases a violent river
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