Winter wonderland
Welcome angels taking flight, no end in sight, no signpost of spite
Awash in color, a frenzied pace, keep up; keep up; keep up
The sounds of silence breaking free, pulling through
The wind through the keyhole, eyeless
Among certainty is uncertain
A polished stone reminds
Touch transcendental
Is both a saving grace
And a wretched curse
Break the fourth wall
Climb higher into
The dead pool
Hands placed on the big black book
I solemnly swear
That i am here for the greatest good
To alleviate the suffering of all
Both near and far
Until my dying breath
There is no escaping this fate
No time to waste
Not a moment too soon
Just in time
Tick tick tick
Silver spoons and golden cups
Are not the finest things
Simply place things in the proper order
One small step at a time
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