All around me,

The worlds dissolving

Alone, not lonely

The doors revolving

The empire falls,

Autumn is falling,

The world is a stage, but

I didn't have one cent, not a penny

To give him,

The player

A puppet on a string I was, but

I didn't have ine cent, not a penny

It didn't make sense

But nothing ever did, man

Stuck in Manhattan just

Wearing a rotten as hat

And if God was a dancer,

I'd ask for his hand, I've been

Stuck in Manhattan

The man in the hat said

,

If god was a dancer, I'd ask for her hand

But I haven't been asked such a question

I had not a cent, not a penny to give him

No money for rent,

And no food to eat either

Been stuck in Manhattan, and

Can't find the answer

If god was a dancer

Then I should just dance, then

As long as forever lasts,

There soon comes another day

Look, here we are again

I don't even know your name

Future folds into past,

Somber I walk away,

Never intend to fast,

Here I intend to stay

Calmly

Walking

Across Central Park,

In the fall, we

All adore a

Good story

Holy,

I could get bored here

SUPACREE finally picks up JOHN LENNON on the HEAVENBOUND HIGHWAY TO HELL, albeit, by accident.

JOHN LENNON

Fucking—finally—Christs's sake!

He's not coming.

What took you so long?!

I got here completely by mistake.

What a coincidence—so did I.

There are no coincidences, John Lennon.

Newtton Jÿré, a well-known (and often, highly despised) magician and merchant, highly skilled and knowledgeable in the arts of sorcery, crafting, spells and hexes, potions, and other forms of Non-Bianary Magic, or rather–magic that is inherited genetically, and assumed to be used only for recreation, entertainment, or experimentation within the Inner Realms;

However, “Sir Jÿré”, as he is sometimes called, as he claims to have once been Knighted–a claim to which no other can officially confirm, as Jÿre's most recent incarnation is at least–though, “no one's counted”, including himself, seeming to have lost track of the thousands of eons he has lived–However, quite crucially to the series–he is an avid lover and celebrator of Birthdays, and boastfully speaks with pride that he is on the brink of having lived “nearly an eternity” to which, though his crippled and hunched body and aging skin notates his aggressive aging, he–and the soul he carries, respectively, are actually much younger than either C'esme't, or Petrutheio, eye witness to both of their re-births in his own youth. Though often teased and disrespected, he touts a humble and youthful spirit–unless involuntarily summoned, or otherwise disturbed or agitated.

Damn.

I just…came down to warm up some soup.

Goddamn!

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