Dance like that mad man,
We all once knew,
Before he was executed of his awful felony.
His pride torn from his very grips,
No allowance to choose.
The choice of millions of years a waste.
The whispers in his head,
As he spun around in his dance.
He'd dance as if it were the first,
He'd dance as if it were the last.
A Smile slipping his face...
Not exactly happy...
And not evil...
A Smile which defined something in all of us.
Something the most did not trust to show.
Regret passed in some as he went away,
To believe that he was a mad man...
A mad man
They all said...
A MaDDD Man!
To be executed for being a mad man,
With no choice for life,
Nor death!
So Dance...
Dance through your life,
Like the mad man once did,
With his smile of freedom,
With his seconds of life!

 
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