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Faustian Crisis Loan

Atrocity Exhibit
Desperate to be king of the hill,
but your head’s too big for the crown,
and it’s slipped.

Ego, poseur, talentless joker.

Begging for empty praise,
your fifteen seconds, your foundation’s already weak,
it sinks.

A scavenger for cheapened glory, another worthless mime.
Faustian crisis loan.

Ego, poseur, talentless joke.