Revenge on all, for this is all you've done,
And you can tell the world you've always won.
Concede you loath the game but long to play --
Herald of suffering -- cherished, go away!
Each dawn there in the light of a dark sun,
Losing whatever happiness you've won.
Everybody hates you, thats your plea.
All are selfish, vicious, ugly next to thee.
Though love would be enslaved or break the rules,
On each of those you've bound you grind your tools
Constantly, so without remorse to vie
Knowing true hearts cannot yield before they die.
Into that fine dust, all those that love you know,
Sympathy, Sanity, Friendship too, all go.
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