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Stranger Still
How far you have fallen
spitting hate,
to all who laugh
at your political muse.
Ill news
and an ill guest
I thought you were the best
of us
you threw your lot
in with them,
so be condemned
for in the end
you cannot beat
the heart.
Normal is what we are,
as for you
sadly
will never be that star.
Pity
Pity
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
Each to their own path
That is pretty much all I have left to feel for the world these days, pity and shame.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.