The False FloorMature

Each page is a different entity. Lyrics, I suppose.

The false floor leads to a realm of golden thought, expect to never feel in fear of danger-
Not on the list today, you've got debt to pay to a revolving karma; hold but a family.
To know that your feet have finally failed you, and at last you were feeling valued;
Don't attribute the pain with the memories, you didn't care about them.
Hold but an accessory to panic, quick synapses for an instant parting;
World, you were charming- but this is goodbye.

The End

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