My home is a glass house, O madman.
I address you as madman, because I
know of no other adjective that would
suit you.
You've been a delight since the
moment I laid my eyes upon you.
Even after you realised, these glass
walls weren't entirely smooth, but an
assemblage of broken shards of
glass pieces,you treaded on inside,
O madman.
You knew perfectly well, if I break,
it'll ruin both of us and you're here, still.
Tell me, what else do I call you now,
but a madman?
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