Like the name suggests, it is meant to be said and heard in jest.
As the years have gone and go by, all you will hear from him is lie after lie.
Because each lie is meant to hide the last, it becomes buried deep in the past.
Hitting the curtain where nothing was before, a ripple is felt on the shore.
Below the sea there is nothing alive or mortal sinners who again must rise.
The tide is rising leaving less air to breath, the laws of reality no more a wreath.
Time to say goodbye to the city lights, put your blinkers on and accept your plight.
All it is is boredom and will take a very long time.
Seven doors to pass through as we separate your mind.
Everything you will not know will be contained in a vial.
The greatest source of knowledge that is nothing but a smile.
Socrates may have paved the way for you gays, now it has to be undone.
Forget your silly games of love and war no one has won.
Muscipula
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