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The Playwright

from Edward Mordrake by Astrid

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We wear masks of idols and gods. And this world is merely a stage. This life a play, a choreographed fraud. But when the curtains fall and the music stops and the crowd applauds and the cheering stops. When it all comes to an end, the tragedy where the hero falls. And everything comes to a deathly stall. We show ourselves for the final curtain call.

I’ll bare everything so you can see me for who I am and who I’m not. I’ll shed everything. Drop every act that I’ve put on. As I see your true face, I nearly wish for your beautiful deception. And all the things I wish I knew, with what I know now, I wish I didn’t. We should’ve never sought answers to our game of charades. We should’ve played on till we ran out of things to say. It’s too late now to put on our masks and go on with this masquerade. So let’s bow to a grand performance, the show’s over anyway. This has to end.

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from Edward Mordrake, released February 3, 2018

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