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A labyrinth in a garden
Clowns of hate
Pens and swords
The darkest of secrets
Both mundane and of all importance
Changing with each eye looking upon it
A place of infinite paranoia and wonder alike
Creatures and plans fester
Happy mumblings and thorns of poison
All the right places seem hidden harder then wrong
Easily lost and found in a different light
It makes no sense to most
And to the least
It can contain all that you love
Crush both evil and good
Show you how to see
And what there really is
It can corrupt out of emotion
And torture even the brightest soul
A lingering feeling to leave
Yet they all stay without question
the deranged have become normal here
All the rest live as creeps
Excepting is the first wave of insanity