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My soul is the dark crystal..
A cracked artisanal well,
The hole is abysmal,
And nothing matters,
Except that I fell,
And these tears well,
Hands bound by an unbroken spell,
Just a shell of the man who once stood,
The bells toll in hell for the misunderstood,
The woulda's the coulda's and the should,
The bad, the ugly, and the good,
Like those who get lost in the woods,
These books won't tell my tales,
They won't record my wins or fails,
Just my deal,
signed in blood and sealed,
So I get peeled by the flayed-men,
crucified and burned alive,
by those chanting Amen,
This rhyme might fly right over the laymen,
Busy poppin' poppy's off stamen's,
But you can bet these statesmen,
Know exactly what I'm sayin...