Illusion of the Trade

I shot the paper man today

He set all your stones in his place

I shot the pretend to cry

How she gained from his bias

Key keepers slide so steep

Illusion of its trade so cheap

Twist of heart burnout exchange

The white light pull in your range

I shot the paper boy tomorrow

He turned all my stones to steel blinked

I shot the candy consumer

Sneaking pass the Alice branch and go

Gated peter the fruit of its bloom

Delusion of its trade viewed my room

Twist of heart high to none

Hollow shoves breezed away the sun

Assemble all troops

Your prey that ate

Goose step, passing the tip toe

Till it all falls end’s dawned