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Mask of the Drunken One

Carefully crafted in each fold,
Red and dark like wine so bold.

Beautiful mask to adorn thy face,
Heralded puppets in thy place.

Move now as one with yourself true
Carefully channeling so you do.

Clear and sweet her song now shine.
Singing softly on the Vine.

A friend to foe, a lover to friend.
The War of the puppets moving again.

*this mask is wine colored
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

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Mask of Curiousity

Little by little things we know
Ducks line up quite in a Row,

Stars and Bells and charming Cats
Curiousity's welcome mat.

Further now my Chaos shines
While they laugh and drink and dine.

Feeding hungry souls and hearts
Breaking into equal parts.

*this mask has stripes
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

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Mask of Dreams

Floating there upon the clouds
Darkness wears a silent shroud.

Hiding there among the weeds
Unpleasant memories like broken reeds.

Living here upon the land,
Wasted toil and wasted hand.

Moving now among their dreams,
The moon rises with gentle beams.

Dancing now across this stage,
Building to a war to wage.

Chaos creeps at a faster rate,
Soon discovered but still to late..

*this mask is dark blue
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

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Mask of Strength

A clear mask that allows one to see the wearer's face,
A particular marking, in the shape of a rope braid, edges the mask.
In the moonlight the marking seems to burn beneath the moonlight.

For this mask need not hide behind form and fabric,
This mask boldly states its intent....

*no more need be said of this mask
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

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Mask of the Gypsy

Swirling turning in the camp
Dancers moving by the pyre

Will they ever tire?

Moving in rythym's time.
Faster now they spin and dance,

Will this be our last chance?

Age old ritual sweet and low
Seasons change and spirits moan.

Can we now correct these wrongs?

Chaos grows across the land,
Guiding with a merciless hand.

Will they soon take a stand?

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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

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Mask of Madness

Slipping softly in the fold
Voices singing soft but bold

Happy moments near and far
Lovely faces clean, no mar

Hopeless moments strung with care
That is where you find me there

In the shadows weaving spell
Casting forward my great hell.

Like a master and a slave
Here they come the final wave..

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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

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A ripple sent across the lands, responded to whereever they stand..

Mock the life that taunts us.
Anger the fates that make us,

Fold not unto structure
let chaos be your guide.

Move unto another,
Be one of the mask of cleansing..

For the Mask of Eternity guides us all..
The Mask of Armageddon will see them fall...

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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...