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Sweet young tender bliss

Never needy, knew nothing amiss

Happiness, a clear goal

Bouncy entergetic young foal

Grewing up grew hard on you

You became rotten and jaded too

Older in Age, More confusion in years,

Such a blurry field of vision through your tears

Your goals long lost, you're stuck in a mist

and only find comfort when you reminisce

Mass confusion now and forever

Idiot, meet your end at the end of the tether

When through the fog you do go

You'll reach the end of this great carnival show

And right before you understand everything

Proverbially, the fat lady will sing

Say good bye to every hope

As you slip down eternity's rope.

Welcome to a horror movielike intrusion

on your hopes and welcome to Mass Confusion