Twirled pantomime

Quilled dark design

I know you enjoyed

This game of lies

Zoned in on every session

Right here for your impressions

Left for those kind

Or those who lack discretion

As you fall

Through hallowed halls

Don't be appalled

My bliss be spread to all

Too slow, yеt too fast

Thus ends my curtain call

Now we're finally free

Hеre to frolic in glee

Old world rotten, left forgotten

Tow the line, this round I've won