Con tempts me

https://youtu.be/ADrIcHpkIJA Poets of the Fall -- Stay Forever 

https://youtu.be/aMT5Tuw0yZk Poets of the Fall -- My Dark Disquiet 

https://youtu.be/8L6Tf3EPhZA Poets of the Fall -- Partif avec moi 

https://youtu.be/vkweStbjjSE Poets of the Fall -- False Kings 

https://youtu.be/rVZzQGRTT7c Poets of the Fall -- Moonlight Kissed 

https://youtu.be/SWLReEoxjFk Poets of the Fall -- Requiem for My Harlequin

 Pastors pastures, greener than moneys environment; some men born, to be jesters, courted by humorless and witless corpses, criple to gnaw a voice the be heard, just to be torn apart by desires ire and dark flames fathoms into outdone contemplatons of deus ex machina. Everything but a play, taking seriously every jab and panter, for the sake of commerce. 

Slowlearners want to fasttrack their mediocricity into perfections Grandeured Magnificense mania grandiosa. Like a shadow in my wake, to cradle with tomorrows, what never come in the alt-righteous Selfloathing leftover, rainchecked nudity of cosplays contrasted to be special, while being same old... People forgetting their inner child, for pathos and Patros! 

Everything, but a product and brand, waiting to be underwhelmed in the microwaved expectations of catch cold and lease the Ree's to fake the outrage for the sake of thunderous aplause or riot. Gaunt in the decadent pleasure of being top dog, true artists always edging on the verge of sanity-genius, but merchants stave off the lightningrods, to make a buck. 

Are you in it for the, gleeful dance and gallivant or to liberate some numbers in the blackbooks? Fantasicing the sized commons of expecting Patrons to voluptously agree and buy your remorse, of never being born to grow up, but to be a stillborn anthem of a dusty cupboard gaining waste and gravitas. The French lost to your soul and Gray Grouse...  

Con tempted me, to take a stand on demand, to regrand the chant of the Harlequin and Requiem its rebirth -- maybe its still hope for the world, who lost hope and redemption a long time ago. Latinized our science, infantilized our fourthwalled breaks of relapsed judgment catcalls; embarrassed of eating the last peace of cake, aghast of the counterparts!! 

The Real Comedian, can that be even a fable, in such an obscure realm, there the apogee is its girdle of navelgazed druncated stupor? Eyes see down not per aspera ad astra nor Ultima Thule, divorsed from any kind of evil, while endorcing highhorsed remorse, what nobody ordained to contemplate, but to complain for the sight so grain, to not take actions attract!! 

To confess the nude emperors court-magicians spree of vipers, you had to eat up with your rod of ruinous discent, while lacing it in minced words and commenced postures. Then all the knights there on parlor, to Morrigan their opponents armor like Asahel vs Abner; quietly swallowing Prides as being marred with the i of homoousious -- are Comedians the Sane?