Stuck in the middle,
In the aftermath of disaster,
Yet ridden by a riddle.
I ridicule you with ridiculous laughter.
And in your delusion,
You glance around,
It's all an illusion,
Do you hear that sound?
Look into my eyes,
And tell me what you see,
But remember, pries come with a price
And all is not what it seems.
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with love,