A tune airy and mischievous plays,
Keeping us dancing all in time,
Whirling and prancing in elegant ways,
Together locked in unison sublime.
But as I spin and step with joy,
A barbed fragment cannot escape my mind.
The whole beauteous scene begins to cloy,
Gorgeous tapestry tearing at its binds.
My gaze is drawn from face to face,
And the disturbing truth is revealed.
Features obscured by masks in their place,
The souls of all left false and concealed.
With herculean effort I break from the line,
Trying to take in the growing horror.
Desperation is blooming and mine,
Like the pain of a forsaken explorer.
Where once was magnificent dance
I now see only endless pantomime,
Infinite hordes locked in trance,
Gleefully enslaved to tune and rhyme.
I am rocked and struck by the crowd,
Caught in the path of a conforming swarm.
Their unwilling ecstasy is insane and loud,
Even as their blood spills fluid and warm.
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