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Go. Serve me a platter-
a platter of hearts and simple thoughts
of murder..of hate and happy times.
Now, hitch a ride(All aboard!). Grandfather clock
revived and time ran like it was alive.
Run you bastard, run for me. Choice is but
a name to hide your obligations.

Run for me my son. Run for your father who
you'll never have. Run like the wind.
Drop your heavy sword. Shed your tender skin.
Strip into the Beginning but keep the mask. Without it,
the sand would cut your fragile eyes. Now, reach out
your hands; feel the wind. Feel its black wings wisp
and whizz past your reflection. Take yourself,
let yourself fly my child. Float as these windy
shadows take you up into their cyclone womb
of merry-go-rounds.

Your head will scream, but only for a long while.
Think not think not think why not think.
No think nothing but think why think not
think. Think not think, for you are my son.
Well, now Go. Serve me a platter-
a platter of hearts and simple thoughts...