Why do you stand and applaud,
The gallery has been long empty.
The echo of your clap hits hard,
Yet you ignore them at your expense.
Why do you shriek and sweat,
The ghost of your dreams will stay.
As a shadow and as an accomplice,
It will consume you to the core.
Why do you cry while alone,
No one will be your mother's warmth.
The cold words will reverberate once,
Dying out like the tides of an ocean.
Why do you pledge and forgive,
Is your suffering for a greater cause.
Somewhere you have lost your touch,
You rot now on the soil of doom.

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