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The man on stage is but a conduit

For something greater than himself

Channeling it into the wide-eyed crowd

Before him

 

It is the fate of every conduit to

Be worn to dust by that

Which flows through it

 

But the colosseum wants blood

And the floorlights never dim

 

Ridi, pagliaccio

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