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Final Trick

After all the practice and the heavy precaution,
the day I need my talent the most,
is the day I drop the key sealing my watery grave.

Chained in a glass pool of water,
with an audience waiting for me to break free.

Children will soon be sobbing in their disillusioned mother's lap,
but for now they watch bewildered as I slowly die.

They smile like little demons.
Their entertainment is my despair.

As I sink in my glass box,
running out of life,
each face grows more and more exited as I fight for my life.

They all think they are witty.
Believing I had taken so long to build up suspense.
They think that they can't be tricked,

but wiping off their smug smiles
will be my final trick.
 
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