Twofold blessed, you fare a sidelined show…
Their souls are innocent;
Why do you try to bother with even making yourself known?
From the beginning your aware youve hosted only foundational rot,
Because thats all your existence is meant to wrought.
How can you believe in the un-visable seen,
When all your efforts fall to a melodramatic dream of scenes.
Few whispers and many rants fall short of their ears,
They are too little to understand your cursed finely kind sir and dear.
You cant raise when all you do is collapse,
Youre leading poor example,
Do favor an cease your fake survival laugh.
Its inevitably unchanging,
That your time is near pass;
For even your children are excited to see Mr. Humpty crack.
For he sat silled his whole life,
Its okay lets put on one last show,
For its your purpose to be empty and broken,
Poor out the front door.
Spare them Nobody,
So they may have somebody;
Unlike you whom is worthy of less bodys’.
Your choices never were,
For already written;
Was your disneyland placement,
Far easy to lossed and taken.
For remember the demon as he taunted and danced;
He cursed you in the mirror,
When you truly believed in loves last’.
No apologies or embrace:
As you head out that door,
Better hurry and make it easy. . .
Their mom gets off at four.
The Reverb's of Mr. NoBody 
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