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Screaming where is that phoenix
Shelly thinking it was in London town
In a gallery on the west bank
Or was it Paris
Reborn to be burned again
A bird metaphorically dancing in the flames
This cannot be paradise
A cruel joke experience plays
Who’s malicious Machiavellian humor whispers?
Shock value demanding and depending on black mail
Emotional keys cloud a foggy sky
The sand drifts over statuses of kings of kings
From distant lands and enchanted sunsets
On rings made of gold
Even kings will watch a crimson sky
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