The warped monkey that holds the strings.

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O sweet angel on the mountain of madness
why not glide to the south it is much more pleasant on the mountain of madness
He who dwells in the back of my mind please wonder outside to see what you may find
For those of you that pay no mind out there you will find sorrow and despair all weaved into the seeds of a pear
Or in the distant growl of a bear
Imagine hat could happen a universe made only of dogs there minds run by well timed cogs
There is not stopping the abnormal atrocities written by the god colored blue or the happy stick of glue its bliss its being reborn for you are ripped and torn from the knowledge of the world of which you were born a circles a square look its a talking pear there are no rules no laws laws cause flaws and flaws punished by laws this enchanting world is yours





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