In the spotlight, the cripple cackles, the aging whore dances.
In the audience, a lone pervert claps with one hand.
In the lobby, dust collects on the cracked mannequin.
On the street, a stray cat is slaughtered for meat.
In the cities, happy citizens drool and gibber.
In our hearts and minds, a certain mold begins to grow.

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