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Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the “MOCKS HOW”, Here you can see all the folly That has fallen upon the one Who has traced back Hope deliberately And tasted a sip of black misery. Follow me and let your eyes Behold the incidents that took place In a tiny room of a desperate soul. So that you may witness what is happening Behind the petals of a rose — foul In which lies a tempest-wrecked person. Oh, look at this “brave” guy Who ceaselessly puts on his shoulders More and more and more weight… One day straightening up will be a tough task. His awareness — undoubtedly — vague, Give him a glass of  Svegliati  — maybe, a cask. This one — whose eyes are swollen with Following the locket time and time again — Tries to return the inner child who flies. Years reversed by a clap of fingers, Drowned voice before the rarity of seeing black swans, “Will the teacher appreciate your perseverance again?” — I asked him once. ’Tis hard, I know, to take your eyes off of that fire player Who continues to

It's like I can understand the meaning Even though I'm not familiar with the words I don't try to arrange the distorted chords Maybe the problem is way bigger That's why I don't see it Tentacles all around, there's no way out Of the complexity behind simplicity Symbols evoking a rosy feeling in me Waking me up with Reality's thorns When I don't see it The truth being hidden in a cryptex May get everyone to speak cryptically Decipher what's in me—like I've another choice— Remind me of the other side of the cube If I don't see it I wish it was as easy as an anagram To solve the riddle of life To plan what to say before putting off the masks— Playing with places randomly doesn't matter Unless I see it