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The Mask and Shadow

I’m just a mask

I’m just a mask

What’s underneath,

Is all you ask

 

Seek this answer

And one day you’ll see

That the mask and these shadows

Are all I’ll ever be

 

These shadows form

In the murky mist of morn

They scream and wail

With twisted violence born

 

Are there answers

For these answers

Or just more dreams

Or just these writhing dancers

 

There are no saviors

There are no prayers

There is only the mask

And the shadows dancing in the air

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