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Mad World


Living in a world that doesn't exist Soaked and sealed in the darkest sea of lies Drenched in shame and sorrow leaking out of my body Sex every hour with strangers who stared with disgust and pity Drunken bodies and smoky corridors silencing the screams of agony Dangerous minds and dismantled souls roam around the street looking for their next victims Hundred bodies falling deeply into a lagoon, while crying loudly in grief People who feed from the breast of dead lions for nutrient and strength We live in a pitiful mad world filled with dead souls
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