The Clowns Last Smile

Slamming crashing endless turn Reveling those that scorn and yearn Shifting minds undoing tears Forgiving those forgave my peers Joyfull death amongst the crown He sat and smiled though as a clown The angel awaits her fiery friend Now he lay low his fiery end Believe in me they said no more Relief we see for he's reborn And so with that they run away They run and slip into their grave And friends they knew in times before Are friends that stab in backs of more To each his own to each the tore Of rhyming lines of evermore The clown has died his shoes of gore Remind him how the natures call Of mans good tase for which is all And gone and done with bleeding hands We spin and spun our good deeds banned The clown lays low with cunning grin His dying breath was that of sin Reminded him of mice and men From which he came from his dented tin