The Stage Act
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The Stage Act

Oh Frankie Frank, this is what i say
We are but just a chicken Frank
Waiting to be devoured and munched away
Oh open thy eyes and see
The Meek in poverty
The rich the seers do not seek
For life is but a StageAct if we wanna play
The script well written with all its foreplay
For I cannot lie nor decieve
But i can laugh the life of deceit
When will he know.....
When the chest has sunken too deep
The embryo of circumstances
Waiting to be conceived
For now,..let's just play jokers and thieves
You put on your ski mask
And i'll paint my face indeed
For the play is about to begin
The seats filled to capacity
Waiting to see the
Fools incaptivity
The curtains are raised
The floodlight's in a blaze
Burning brightly
Right through me
Where art thou....
In my truest times of need
For the mask i wear
Is neither molten
But waiting,to be free
From these clutches
Of unholy
Trinity
Casted so swiftly
That you fail to percieve
Swimming in your shallow rivers
Of intrigue....
The Crows croak..the carefree weep
My intransigence....
For the
World to keep

Draven

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