Centuries ago in an ancient city,
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a rich young man dwindled in his own pity
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no-one cared- for what he said, inherited riches-
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when his father died no-one respected him-
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he knew this, they all despised his father's deeds,
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buying children- for his own use, slavery- and paid abuse,
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children he hired- for sex or toil, purchased them- from the poor.
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He stopped the business, with his father dead,
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no-one could forgive him, just hate him instead,
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now he yearned for power, what could he do
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he went searching for an answer, to the Wizard's lair
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he had to leave- the stone carved city
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enter the forest- of the wise and the lost,
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seeking the castle- of the almighty wizard
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willing to pay- whatever the cost.
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He sees something- amongst the trees in the forest
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a huge castle- with three darkened towers,
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runs to the gates- he's eager to enter- suddenly feels-
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very alive, the doors open- (a) voice calls him inside,
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lamps lead the man- to a marble staircase,
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seems the right way- so ascend he does,
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there is a doorway- he enters a room.
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The-wizard-stands-there-with-something-in-his-hands,
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it's a mask made of silver.
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"I-know-what-you-want"-he-says-"I've watched-you-when-
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I have been dreaming.
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Here is what you need to gain the respect-
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of those ignorant people, wear this and it will give you power-
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you have never before dreamed of.
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The man stood surprised as he listened to the wizard-
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he gave him ten pieces of gold in return,
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he ran to the city- with the mask in hand,
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he left the forest- into familiar land,
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he couldn't wait to try it- put it on as soon as he was there,
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burning anticipation- for so long he waited,
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he entered- the roads of his town,
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put on- the mask- excitedly looked around,
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it felt- strange once- it was on his face,
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as if- a transition was taking place,
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then in- an instant- something had changed,
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people- passing by- were not treating him the same,
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some were- even- falling to their knees,
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as if- he were- some kind of higher being.
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Suddenly he realised, there was something wrong,
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he then desired, to take off the mask,
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but then to his horror, it stuck to the face,
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now it was his new skin, he could never change.
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Then he knew, that the wizard had tricked him, he had traded,
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hatred for fear, now he would pay, for his selfish biddings,
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all he wanted, was people to care.
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He would have traded all his riches just to be liked.
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Now he will be ignored and feared for the rest of his life.
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Condemned By Discontent
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Psycroptic |