A New Sickness

Here comes the disease
Grown men are begging on their knees
This epidemic is sure to kill
To spite the promise of freewill
Though they encourage it's spread
Do you not know?
It is not healthy to hear voices in your head!
 

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Blood_Rainicorn

short and sweet

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