A semblance of normalcy - seldom! -
Is seen in the mirroring glass.
We - masses of maniacs, a kingdom!
In which it's not taxing to pass,
The laws ruling here are stringent.
The light is more lying than night.
New souls are constantly bringing,
Their passion to normalcy fight.
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