Here it goes.
The facts of more spending days.
Watch as they pass and continue to move on without concern.
These days seem controling with fear and the presence of "I" can't go o.
But the show MUST go on.
It's crucial that this must continue.
If it does not then the puppet-master will put away his puppets and they will have nothing else to do.
Their wooden hearts will burn in the fire of his chamber.
It musn't stop, keep going, put on the performance we've waited for.
The audience dressed in red awaits you.
Finish the show.
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