Thum Chiean Tien Poet Lyric

There

There,
the cool kids
who play their games-
The music of torture;
The book of death.

There,
the rabbit,
as lonely as it is,
facing the rolling
of cold eyes
and insincere praises.

There,
the words
that cannot be said,
nor heard,
nor understood.

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