Yea thats it
waste all your time looking at the face
that covers the mind.
So that way when death breathes on you
and your vanity withers and crumbles
and no one likes you because your
conversation is shallow
and you skin is disgusting
you can die alone
like you made others do.
translated into post modern verse
Well thats it
All the time, watching the waste
Their hearts are covered.
How your breathing is like death
Vanity as Wizards lose
Reason and no one likes you
Is short talk
Skin and hate
Can you die alone
I like the other.
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