A Jesters lies Tricksters tricks Nothing better than cheap parlour tricks A prodigal waste they used to say until the day we two rose up stood above all on a pedestal defied gods laughed in their faces since the two of us we two were never meant to rise stood before the angry gaze of the masses who had one held us but no longer freeing ourselves from the status qou breaking the bonds that we had been bred with and defiling the greatest temples of the elite rich, powerful, succesful godlike in our minds once we now scoffed at but as all dreams fade mist ries and fog burns away we two who were never ment to rise never meant to see the glory of life at the top were brought down by our own rise we had made enemies by our defiance we had made more gods take lightly the death of children but not the children in their halls chlidren not born to the caste never ment to be what we two had become so the fire from our effigys rasied by angry perfects (people to whom the world was meant) and the intensity of the holy light the lightning which they sent laid by tru friend down his heart silenced the mirad of tricks the pains through which we had gone the scars now alone would i carry a heavy burden as i fell my descent from heaven faster and harsher than ever imagined Lucifer himself looked on in pity for his two sons had failed much closer than he had ever been and his expulsion was easier to bear than the fall i alone was to suffer the pains of us two fell unto me for we had done the impossible tricked the world made them belive we were always meant to be for oh a brief moment and now the trickster falls as destiny as the fate for such as we were is always written to fall and leave the world laughing at our folly
Reason for writing:
no real reason to write it just sitting in the computer lab and was looking around for ideas for an asighnment and saw this chnce, so i took it and laced a little of my life into it and just went until i didnt feel like going anymore. the two were always one in the same, people tell me there are a lot of faces i put on and everyone who meets me has a diffrent impression. so i took that and put it in but it was all just a little exercise so i can do some other stuff for real.
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