Elegy
like a mysterious fly
in my soup
a bad feeling
I can't coop
stumbling upon my hope
casting the dark clouds
upon my head
took away my daily bread
and inflicting me pain
on my bed
a bad omen
from a cursed bird
an evil tidings to change
my great mood
for a violent victory
will do me no good
and a bad soil
can't grow me a flower
neither can the bad weather
a meal of poverty
certainly taste bitter
antagonizing my destiny
for I am a captive
yearning to be free
what the oppressor
don't want to see
the abomination of a just course
is a sacrifice for the gods
a victim to the system
an unwanted rhythm
a hunted soul
for the beast
and a prey for its feast
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