with a fake smile and crooked legs, this jester abandons his holy place, only to replace it with drink, or milk.with a broken brain that trys to scream, and yells, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , only to end in vilence, then beatifull sleep, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , with a fake smile and crooked legs, this jester, , , , finds jesus, , , and just like that, hes free.
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