They have me Or so they think Caught in the claws Of the ticking Time Dragon My insides twist at the thought

Of peace attained through insight Of words drained from the pen about the page What is it to be real? A warrior? A jester? A sinner? And to be genuine is to tell the truth? Then why do these games play out? To influence change and acceptance To birth the will of the magician

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