Trickster

The Brisk Stride, the muffled hello
The fast smile, gone as you go
Your undertone, accusing and weak
Abandoned now abandoned now
Abandoned now abandoned now

The mask thin but looks to be whole
The color drained out of our face
The trickster god has turned the wheel
Lit the fuse he's lit the fuse
Lit the fuse he's lit the fuse

One eye closed
trembling hand
Drooping face
of yellow skin.

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