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I FEEL NO PAIN.ALL THINGS ARE IN VAIN.WHY DO WE COMPLAIN.WHEN THINGS CONTINUE TO REMAIN.IS
EVERYONE INSANE.ARE WE ALL LIKE ABEL AND CAIN.KILLING ONE ANOTHER FOR WHAT WE CAN GAIN. A
WEIGHT TIDE TO YOUR SOUL LIKE A HEAVY CHAIN.RUSTED BY BLOOD AND STAIN.THAT WILL CONTINUE
TO DRAIN.YOUR LIFE IN PAIN.
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