The sky is..
It's like a mist...I hate this day,
I feel so bad among the crowd,
I'm not allowed to love today...
The hatred's growing like a fire,
I lose my faith, I lose my heart..?..
It's no relief....th life is mire
(He seems to take my soul apart..
What can be hidden in his conscience??
What are the words to say to him??)
My wrath, my anger are unconscious,
The devil's fun, the devil's whim...
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