Dancing through disease
With an “X” across my face
Branded by the ones
Who hold the snakes.
They pass through the shadows
And dance on the rooftops.
Not caring who the are.
And why should they care
Who they’re not?
They shouldn’t worry
Because I play the music
That keeps the masses
Moving in circles.
Destiny.

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