I SHALL TAKE A BOW


With what is left of this life unsold,

With what is left of this life untold

Watch this space as I unfold.

And walk in strands of verdant green

And act now in part two of this scene.

Upon this stage

This stage that soaks up rage

And spits it out

As the audience shout.

Give us more

Give us more.

 The audiences can be such a whore.

But this play will run,

Until the setting sun,

Cools the flame

And I in frame,

Shall take my bow.

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