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swine

Pain falling down like the rain
Speeding across my body like a bullet train
Its seemingly, no definitely, caused by this sword
Called society, it mortally wounds me
Strikes me in the heart, and sears my mind
With a deathly kind of knowledge
To see our world with new eyes, to see it die
Makes disgusted at the swine of the world
Humanity
Humanity
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