A departure
Stop ! Stop !
Relinquish me from
Your relentless nonsense
That keeps me drowning
In you ocean of confusion
Your fast, furious pace
Makes me feel lost in a crowd
Your phony front fools nobody
But somehow you manage....
At least do far you have
But someday you will
Annihilate yourself
That's why I think
I'll get off here
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