Lads greed
For is it my fault?
I slumber deeply, confused thoughts and mismatched words
Perfectionism aches to play,
But dread and hate, oh they keep me at bay
What time shall I awake, a world filled with malice and foul play awaits
They slay my kind with lies and false hope
And celebrate with jubilee and harvest, at least their pockets are filled with gold
My time has come, back to that cruel world I return
Oh someone save me! Make my heart beat no more.
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