His melancholy demeanor
masks a soul of tears
masks a soul of tears
a life lived in empty years
His heart sinks with each action
seeking to be saved all the same
yet is burdened by beatings of blistering blame
~
... and underneath the universe is nothing but ideals
shame for who we are, how we live, what we feel....
~
Terrible torrents of untruth
tempt him from salvation
denying all but damnation
Terrible torrents of untruth
tempt him from salvation
denying all but damnation
Dark dreaded demons
twist and haunt in the night
feeding on his dreaded fright
The weak and weary sit back
and welcome his withering soul
The real him we need not to know
The weak and weary sit back
and welcome his withering soul
The real him we need not to know
(...for the world is all but a dance....)

well done and best of luck in the contest. be well and be blessed
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