Their venom is too deep.
This rain can't quell the acid sting
Of their animosity.
Defeat is something to be walked upon,
And left in blinded sight.
So march with strength past muted fools
And leave your shadowed box.
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Don't burn your soul with tears of melancholy,
Their venom is too deep.
This rain can't quell the acid sting Of their animosity.
Defeat is something to be walked upon, And left in blinded sight.
So march with strength past muted fools And leave your shadowed box.
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