As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
Bruised Choir
I sharpened all my senses
They slice like swords of war
Abandon all your pretenses
Outside this shuttered door
These thoughts persist insisting
I let them in to twist me more
Banged and bruised with bloody knuckles
Insane songs from the appointed choir
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