Affirmative action madness,
a story ends before it is written,
The world is rabid and where it has bitten
leaves no future for those with a past.

Simple trip up, now you're locked down,
It's an emeciated emotion bones can't throw weight around or make a simple sound!
You whisper so loud,
It was imperfect just perfectly out of tune for you my lady my tramp my love...My doom..

Come to the senses consensus count thrown down in the well, I don't know a whole lot about Hell but that's beyond the point, listen to my voice, I'll see what it has to offer sooner than you will.

Tell her she's skilled, when you see her in the rain, dancing circles around the sandbox shoes off burying the evidence of my name it's a shame.

If you came here for pity, you should just be on your way.

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