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Down and Dead

Updated on July 27, 2017

Awake again?

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.


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