As I gaze through the thin veil
And wondering what have become to my own will
That serves the bill
Beneath the hole that you have drilled
Swallowing all the bitter pills
Nothing is enough to cure the ill
Dream shattered serve as meal
When the heart fill up with nill
Gone the wind and the air stand still
Massacre for the sake of the thrill
Bloodshed as you run the mill
Stay away fool
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