my former glories, your shallow stories
crushed and bound by broken crown.
my glass-bone mournings, your shiny sornings
flew away with a fleet of crows.
I love me broken, thoughts unawoken,
swept away from holy grounds.
my pain eternal and words unspoken
rip'em out like bloody bonds.
empty vessel, hopeless jester...
I've become a carnival.
pesty prudence, old mock-Esther
I succumb to Carnivore.
Carnival
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