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act one!
the staged fright. our defects bathed in spotlight. how a portait of a portrait is just an essay without words, and how we sing sung songs now nightly, but not one is ever heard. i've trudged through your glamour and i've dug through your armor, finding nothing but a script. recited lines or lies that i've now coupled with shrewd wit. prompt you? whole heartedly. your audience is grinning like death's grip. praise you? not hardly. those roses may wilt inside my lips. "oh, sweet redemption, thou'st filled me with your breath. my lungs spill out renewel while my tongue spells out his death! how thy mercy overcomes me. how revenge truly becomes me. i'd dare not sleep, if i were you, for night brings forth the ugly." spoken like a quiv'ring queen. like the morning that follows a sex spiked dream. and now for the standing ovation. you are a hero for hire. the billowing smoke that alarms us of fire. and i am your deepest bow. the rainstorm that runs your head out of the clouds. exeunt.
the staged fright. our defects bathed in spotlight. how a portait of a portrait is just an essay without words, and how we sing sung songs now nightly, but not one is ever heard. i've trudged through your glamour and i've dug through your armor, finding nothing but a script. recited lines or lies that i've now coupled with shrewd wit. prompt you? whole heartedly. your audience is grinning like death's grip. praise you? not hardly. those roses may wilt inside my lips. "oh, sweet redemption, thou'st filled me with your breath. my lungs spill out renewel while my tongue spells out his death! how thy mercy overcomes me. how revenge truly becomes me. i'd dare not sleep, if i were you, for night brings forth the ugly." spoken like a quiv'ring queen. like the morning that follows a sex spiked dream. and now for the standing ovation. you are a hero for hire. the billowing smoke that alarms us of fire. and i am your deepest bow. the rainstorm that runs your head out of the clouds. exeunt.