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Sorry, this had to be
The glass is broken
My wrath was way too strong
Now I stand on a wrecked place where
Everything is dead
Fuck, it ended by hurting the icon
The taste of sarcasm blew up my lungs
A few seconds later
A mushroom cloud escaped
Everything is dead
Tired and sick, empty and miserable
That is how I feel
Now I fucking rest
A broken will, a wrecked mind
A sick idea and a maniac with might
Hungry and thirsty I am
A melody in my brain
Whilst I wash my hands
You still on the floor, breathing slightly
Everything is dead
Get me out, standing in the garden
Catching some fresh air, while the victim wakes up
Tears in the eyes, disappointed, disgusted
What harms me, harms another one, too.
Revenge is a right.

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