Follow the joyfully ominous parade,
happily singing and dancing as they do their silly march,
the confetti will dance around the shrine gates,
the safely net of the ocean is nonlinear,
the ceiling fan brings a message releasing epithets,
the response is sunny,
driving people into insanity,
to march to the end of this parody of utopia,
the story called liberty,
forever in sleep,
never to wake again,
just an empty shell,
the parade of lunacy is coming,
and it is in your name.
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