Pretty ugly world

Pretty fake world
It is dark in my head

so dark are my thoughts

I can't escape the cage

helping me won't help along

drowning deep into this gloomy well

maybe my soul has surrendered to this evil empire

sabotaging my head

They say to let it all go

But to them, I can only squeak out,

"My insurrections are of no use!"

If aid did play any role in this guilt-game

This evil empire would have surrendered my head

Alas!

There's misery all around

Any step ahead takes me back to the ground

Where all I see is the drought caused by my wicked soul

and the overthinker mind

Entirely lured by the beauty and vows of the world,

and its glitters;

We so wish to live and die for
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