"If you allow it to be, life can be a dangerously beautiful thing"
"Oh I don't allow it, I encourage it"
Evidently my wit knows no bounds.
But remove mind from words and place import on deeds
Where is this danger so bravely spoken of?
In physical harm? No, too simple by far.
In emotional pain? Wrong again the heart is too sacred.
It is in the mental anguish caused by the everlasting debate
Good and evil, right and wrong, the light and the darkness.
This is my stage, this is my fucking tightrope!
And I would demand a larger audience if not for one thing
Their sheer look of horror at the games I play.
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