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Stop Talking So Loud

He gave me a handful of magic

So I called him the Magic Man

But he was just an Illusionist at best

I guess I knew that

Deep down

But I sold my soul

Either way

For a taste of the Magic

That eased the pain


It isn’t his fault

Sure, he took that soul

And put it through Hell

But when you sell your soul

It isn’t yours anymore

So suck it up

Magic doesn’t exist

And God won’t save you

All you have is yourself

Until you give that up too

Then all you have

Is the cold reality of Truth

The closest thing to Magic

In the Real World

Is literature


Literature as my subtance

I’m going to abuse the hell out of it

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