Mr. Trap on the Schrödinger Street

Even at the world's end

Avarice invites ill intents

For the enactment of justice

Should the delusion of Avalon burn?

Together with the earnest wishes of millions



Yet we are here on Terra

Hatred bears self-conceit

Forth the cry of gripe

Should the circus of institution crumble?

Though still stand dignity and reason



No doubt that a day will the heaven fall

And what left in the ashes of quibbles

Lives cheapened to playthings

Puppeteers simply change hands

Shows go on with a sly smile



We all know what should not be permitted

We all know what needs to be done

When the day of reckoning comes

Raise your voice and offer a prayer

For the fight, it has just begun



Nothing in our hands will be perfect

but with nothing in our hands

it is perfectly stupid

I pray that the battle be neither absolute or holy

but simple, civil, and rational





The side of the night is at -250%



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