It seems my decline merits hold no bars from societies claws burden within mu loins
And I arrived
Dressed divinely in gallat robes and robust headwear , hidden behind my mask ..
My identity to bare
And I knew it would be as I came through the doors
Societies ball
Was my funeral
And the final sound came from the clocks chime that rested on the wall
12 strokes of midnight
There .. I fall.
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