A work in progress, subject to be drastically changed into something completely different – or not.
Your mind begins to slip away from reality
As you enter the land of the Bousa
The world you enter is yours
do with it as you please
The Bousa have sent an emmisary to welcome you
and guide you to their chambers
But you need no guide for you know the way
You have been here once before
The Bousa welcome you warmly
For you have something they want
little do they know
takin their hopes and used them to your gain
But feel no guilt for you only played the game according to their rules
The pink man thinks he is control
As he senses something is amiss
The room begins to feel something is wrong
you need only sit back as they scramble to figure it out
For an instant it seems like they may catch on to your deceit
But alas they are lost
Like rats trapped in a maze
As tensions begin to relax
You begin to melt into the floor
Your new friends begin siphoning their spirits away
and direct them to the black box in the corner
You feel left out and give it a try but there is no fun to be had
Restlessness takes over, this place is suffocating
Just look at the pink man
his ego fills the room and it ain’t the good kind
Looks like he should be in a goddamn sears catalogue
when your the son of power, you must stay near the tree
See yourself in the mirror, how disgusting
you monster you amount to nothing compared to these people
ah but you must look me in eye and see into your soul
now you see me as something completely different
a calculated creature of beauty cleverly disguised
you see pure evil
that may be hard to grasp
for can one be pure and evil
that i cannot say
It is time to leave this horrid place
you walk off into the dark without a word to the worthless scum
for they are complete fools not worth your time
and they have served their purpose tonight
You see nothing before you but pitch black
However you step with confidence into the unknown
You know your destination and that is all that matters
As you leave the Bousa’s land you feel the remnants of your sanity dwindle
you laugh manically at nothing at all
for now this world is all yours to do with as you please
The one who lived guides you through the night
And even sent you protection, you see the angels zooming around
in the corners of your vision
you are in total ecstasy
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