Reality does not dwell in your words
The fact that ignorance is bliss saves you
You beckon, and they follow you in herds
No preconception of what you will do
My, how unfortunate that this mind game
Allows you to lose as much as you win
You may be horrid, but only in name
It's hard to hate you when you're innocent
They follow the Pied Piper far away
They dance on marionettes' narrow strings
While hearing the note that you do not play
The tainted saviour of the suffering.
The mountains will gape, swallowing them all
Then you will understand how the proud fall.
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