Riddles, Riddles

Let me put a smile on that face,

With a knife, because nothing's

Ever what it seems, is it?

So batten down the hatches,

Lock up your doors,

And don't look back.

After all, if you're good at

Something, never do it for free.

And madness will pull us down

Eventually, so why not now?

The End

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