Misanthrope
Everyone he will ever see
Will notice him and flee
To the sky he starts to plea
Why does everyone hate me
Now cast out from society
He has lost all hope
Now a misanthrope
Longing for his neck to kiss the rope
He wants his life to end
Deeply he yearns for a friend
But up around the bend
Walks a godsend
She talks to the man
His feelings she understands
Now the misanthrope stands
And blissfully roams the lands.
The power to heal is within our hands
Keep a firm grip
Don’t let your fellow man's mind slip
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