Turn around, and be astounded,
And be bound by the breaking sound,
The immutable screech,
The truthful scream,
And as the steam flows from your face,
It seems a stream of gleaming ignorance enters the scene,
Scheming and deceiving the grieving surrounding.
But I know the truth.
Someday that breaking sound will get to you.
And it will shred your phony double-face
A screech that...
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