Trees are hanging from above,
And I'm standing on a cloud.
The moon is brighter than the sun
The songbird coarse and loud.
Avalon is purgatory
School is almost fun.
Roses smell like rotten meat
My pen sounds as a gun.
My shadow flies far from my feet
Grins come across as sad.
Light is dark, and dark is grey
Oh, this is a world run mad!
But in the end it will all be
All confused with harmony
The world is run stark mad.
Oh, who cares, come and be glad.
Insanity abounds.
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