Paint your canvas Gave what you demanded Can't stand the plan to land on the sham that other's can't Strain the strand of what isn't real and feels real to your inner deal Reel from the ale that ales that outer gale What a tale to tell that tall tale gape no one escapes My pain might be bait, but the art made it stay. Let this soul go You never wanted to paint, but instead play on the frail part that you thought was the real you inside your head. What a beautiful canvas. Can't stand this Burn the dead inside the portrait that distorts the port for lift off. 33 is just right for the job.
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