Welcome to your luxury
Your path is paved with gold
Bricks that scream security
Optimist, serenity
Born into a metaphorical monarchy
Of modern-day reality
A chosen face in a crowd of people
Your face is bright, and such a sight
To a world with chronically sunken eyes
The eye of the storm, the storm in their eyes
I'd say you've won, but you've just begun
Hollywood Apostle
You're the only one who can save them
Oh, and welcome to the machine.














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