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It's Just a Magic Trick
This is a magic, of my own device,
Stop thinking and just sit
while I split my assistant
in two for your everyday diversion,
This is the part where you try
to seek clues to the illusion
to sell to wizards who abuse them
I'll need a volunteer
come quickly for me, dear
as the crowd waits submissively
for their cohort to disappear,
She's gone but not forever
I'll make her emerge a little later
so you guys can cheer together
You all seem vaguely interested
by the faces you all administer,
a sinister sense of right and
wrong donned on top of this dream,
It's in the spaces
between the cases of wearing
too much make-up
you're skylarking friends and family
You are not who you appear to be
and you are not everything
you were taught,
More often than not
there's a ghost in the machine
handling us toward our own
place among the faceless
the few who have transcended
this planets need for vanity
and the excess, offended,
Pretend then that were calm
collected, and ever vigilant
to bring an end to the innocent,
Their ways too pure for the superb
The wrongfully accused will first
stand trial
Be found guilty by their peers
and expire
all in the name of justice,
But all we have in this world
is just us,
Maybe these surfaces are what they appear to be
Maybe she's born with it
Maybe it's Maybelline
