Beat the beast inside of me,
Because it's just a little clapping monkey.
Making a clatter and a bang,
It used to be a force to reckon with till I sang.
A melody rose to the sky,
In conjunction with a tear jerking cry.
And mythology came true,
My facts rearranged - it changed my review.
The critics paused the critique,
The maths doesn't add when many are unique.
Old are some of these dreams,
So old and waiting that their breaking at the seams.
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