bearing the risk in life
through the wheel of thorns
that can be kid or a grown
smiled that evil to give pain
now its your turn to flip all the gain
an arrow of harshness
i just miss the farness\
revenge and blood that feel sorrow
the risk you borrow
freinds that leave you
they are not true
they are really mean
just lay over and lean
take the rotten risk
now pop up the disk
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