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Down and Dead
I just wish I could have a bargain,
With nature? Yes! I do not wish to see today.
Like a pupil in school, restrained to the four walls of the sick bay
I feel the pain once more, in a tray
My infinite misfortunes are arranged just to lead me astray.
All for one, one for all
I am found sitting lonely in the hall.
Other people now have solutions to their adversaries
But only me, just me, I am here- a river without tributaries.
We are sorry there is no possible solution to this problem of yours
This has been their anthem-the supposed helpers. One year, two years, three years and just so many years
Finally, to you-the problem. What a big fool you are, well, your buttocks are now exposed, I cut your tail
This is the beginning of the end for you, I am stronger, I am winning, and soon, just very soon, you will be a tale.