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10 Sep

I wasn’t always a jester you know

 In my younger days I was a mere puppeteer

 Slowly learning to weave my webs and play in the shadows

 No one knew what was to become of me

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Back then I had no mask to wear 

My first mask was gained in pain and young love 

She became the first puppet on my strings 

A glimpse of my mask began to form 

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I was naïve to how the darkness and chaos shrouded me 

Manipulation became my greatest skill 

Soon I began to step out of the shadows and into the world 

To perform my puppet show for all to see

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The first half of the mask had formed 

To the two worlds I belonged to 

My first being my own darkness 

The second my stage to shine 

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Before I knew it my show was full

 My puppets were the stars and gladly played their roles

 Little did they know the chaos my webs weaved 

For I would be the real star to light the way 

To hide my true purpose the first mask was complete  

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