As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
February 7, 2018
It must be tribal
Like I was tossed out the cult in the middle of a revival
My mouth sewn shut still I'm sued for libel
The peak of my weakness points toward my survival
In the depths of misery none are my rival.
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