The world persists with its rotations,
The people continue their motions,
My soul lies weak in the darkness,
My past stretched upon torn canvas.
I celebrated the day I found freedom,
From the mask which kept me a victim,
The mask I tore off my now naked face,
An act instigated by your mystic grace.
The clocks have now turned an age ahead,
My unmasked insanity continued to spread,
I tore away my mask under your magic spell,
A maskless monstrosity, my mind gone to hell.
The clocks have now turned further still,
My maskless breath holds a deathly chill,
The breath which you breathed within me,
From your wicked spell I shall break free.
It may take me longer than a generation,
I shall find the mask to share my burden,
One to seal my face behind its facade,
One that can hide the face you scarred.
I shall find the fabled mask that can hide,
And you shall find my truth forever denied,
Hidden in the darkness while the earth spins,
Is where the struggle for my freedom begins.
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