....666...."hello!?"
High wire acts, of the acrobats....
Born into the family, of what has always been
Welcome to the nighttime, in the days of sin!?
Creased and folded handkerchiefs, to keep the dust at bay
Hands reaching as they turn, from within their open graves....
And now watching from afar, those ones who knew?!
Carved into their shadows, this black and blue
Waiting upon the platforms, with their bleak made eyes
Dulled by the flavours, of such crashing skies....
High wire acts, of these acrobats
Tumbling and falling; spinning, into what has always been!?
Calling wrong numbers, in this world, of sin....666....
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"Hello?!"
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