Rage Against the World
In this world I found some cruel place,
Looping around forming an execrable lace
I am unable to withdraw the lurking demon in my mind,
This world is a bane that made me whine
Conscience is hunting me like a specter
It turned me out into a blabber
The fate misleads me to find the exit,
I am a bit dismay to the entrance of grit
This round living place is heinous,
Keeping me being uproarious
You as the notorious is useless,
Me as a naive is worthless
It is all in just oneness.
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