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19.1.11

No Place Like Home


You raised hell in my
Emerald city turned
Every yellow brick
Road black and stumbled
Down its path
Drunk like a proverbial skunk.
You weren't short on brains
But you were no scarecrow either
More of a illusionist than a deceiver
Enchanted by fairy tales casting spells
Intrigued by the unknown.
I eased on down
Eased on down
Eased on down



The
Road
Of
Chaos.
But I've found my
Way back home
You see..
An its safe to say
The Wicked Wizard
Is dead
Well at least
He's is dead to me..

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