Great Expectations: Bathe in Truth Cream

The door is smeared with bloody prints
The floor is littered with smashed-up dreams
Madness lies in the furrowed squints
A hundred ideas wasted on the blasted regime

Brush out the deviled lint
Fly up above the horrid stream
Muddy waters always leave a hint
Make for a clean break and scream

No more wretched schemes
No more torn-through seams

Bathe in truth cream
Heal the bloody life reams


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