Coronadamus

Paper doll personas
will be fed to the papier-mâché beast

Dimensions will fractured,
where others may be released

When comes a great fall
the earth rightfully demands a knee

Alcohol and smelling salts,
mixed mediums for the journey

While these confines
create sinners with dead men’s eyes

The dilated pupil
will ascertain we’ve never felt more alive

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