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Poor Janus is so confused
Looking left and right
And to the front
The past a distant memory
The future looming close to see
And in the present never free

Poor Janus locked away
On medication meant to soothe
His many fevered brows
In hospital he wears the gown
On every visage sports a frown
They say poor Janus is coming down

What’s a god to do these days?
Programmes built to predict
Give him redundancy
The doctors only shake their heads
Hearing all the things he’s said
Thinking he’s just mad instead

Three headed freaks can yet apply
To carnivals that follow
The beaten path
And there from all the truth he knows
Three days a week he has a show
And what a god can only know
A god can only know

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