.All smoke and mirrors down here where they speak with tied tongues.
These words burnt to ashes to bury all that has been done.
Illiterate animals reciting history lie.
Twisting our tongues til these words lose all meaning and die.
I spy with my little eye,
A doorway so strange.
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