Damn ye be, that rough and twisted man.
The abuser who exploits all situations.
That frightening man upstairs that loves no other.
Damn be this crooked system that favours the ill-hearted.
Such a cruel game it pays on those less favoured,
So cruel and unfair, so horrible and victimising.
And here I am, stuck in poverty, laying in sorrow,
Drowning on a sea of tears, conforming with my misery.
Damn ye be, that twisted, darkened life for having fallen upon me!
But what it this I feel within, this horrid feeling that invades me?
That raging anger burning to my insides,
The frustration, the pain, the anguish I hold onto...
"It is the circumstances out there!" a voice flingers to my ears.
A familiar voice, it makes me suffer, it keeps rambling on the usual;
"It's the injustices and the bullies. It's the lack of balance in the world!"
But it doesn't make an impact, not this time, it makes no difference anymore.
I know for sure, somehow, it doesn't really matter.
The angered thought seduce my heart no longer in the midst of dying pain.
There was always something wrong there, an awry feeling poisoning the mind,
Something obvious that I failed to notice while my death was far from likely.
Could it be, that this twisted, darkened life was all brought about by me?
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