a face was of a man
hidden behind the smile
of the god -odd woman
whose only for a while;
the soul was of him
soon be fatally stolen
from the cup of his dream
of neither clown nor swine;
it was a cursed may be
or a cross upon his shoulder
but no- they cannot be
the judge of the crime he offer
with the gods he's slowly eaten
by the sickness beyond logic-
beyond sane-
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