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JOKER

JOKER

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A little boy strangling behind a mask

With no hope left to survive

Or make things move through

Like the way he desire

With no friends standing by

To give him an alibi

That he ain't alone in this fight


With curtains falling by

Draped with a trench of smog

To make him color blind

Darkness was drenching him way inside

Pumping through his veins 

Goring him day and night

As if there's no end to his miserable life

Devouring that very piece of soul

That kept him alive


All he could to make people smile

As he was a clown to the swarm

With a clingy ovoid plunged through his nose

With a grin on his face 

Which was audible from a mile

As it was all just a far cry

Natheless it was all a deceit deep inside

To hide what's buried inside his angsty mind


Even though he was a kindlewink

A juvenile who should never be traumatized

Alas! Nightmares ain't surreal in his life

Getting bullied is a diurnal drill of his life

Cause no entity gave a damn 

About his gimmick anytime

He was just a symbol of blague 

To the trespassers passing by

The bruises and burns on his skin

And those acute whippings

Is just nothing but a part of bargain

That he have to live by.

Nevertheless had one hope in mind

If his demise can draw more than his existence


Even after all he took

And all he had to lose,

That soul is hard to be regrouped

As we can see those hands

Dripped in blood of the one who opposed

With his clothes soaked in bloodstains

Wobbling down those uncanny sins

Which was rolling down in the book of God.


Though it's hard to let go,

The clown which we once knew

Pelting stones like as if he's a goddamn corpse

Then blame him as a psychopath of no hold

Look what we created on the flow

A murderer which we cut loose

Or a greenhorn who turned bizarre

A sinister who turned this world upside down 

A JOKER filled with syndromes.


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