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ignore it, pretend like they don't exist
when you see me run for i am the gun
firing bullets of boredom, under the sun
nothing is new, it's all dead grass
when you walk by, you don't look -- just pass

for the truth about me, is that i am broken
and all you are going to get is whimper that's spoken

long ago, when the world was still new
hope abounded in his view
something happened that changed the world
abuse, neglect, destruction, and quarrel
he cried, bring me words of life - for who can live on this bitter spice
instead they brought a fountain of endless hate and utter disgrace

this clipped the wings of his soul, and he fell to the ground
unable to fly - he was eaten by a pack of ravenous wolves

gnashing their teeth with the taste of blood growing ever stronger
they couldn't help themselves for their souls were also stirring and somber

i forgive you, for you cannot help yourselves - you lack experience

what is a fools folly asked the man

i want to be nice, but i cannot

then depart said the wise elder, for you do not owe this man anything