Once was a night that started a live performance
Enthralled curses who became played by ignorance
In vain screams and agonizing performer calls
One grin in the darkened balcony hides from them all
Following every late, glamors with applause
Where next morn reports of missing cause
Around the marsh lays counting dug graves
But no tell if they’d be criminals or the slaves
For they sought the gathering of money
Ignorant curses knowing nothing of their cronies
Festivals continue to play in jargon
Suspicious who, would stay and stack the wagon
O’ the dead may hope to be risen
The lost hoped to be found
But until a curse raises the curtain
One power will have them bade bound
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