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Do you feel the fury?

The fury I have for the hate in this world...

The infidelity I see among husband and wife...

The envy I see hidden under a greasy smile...

We dig our own deathly bed with every waking breath

Do you smell your boarded up slumber?

I sit on my stone and tell everyone how the world must change

And they look at me as if I was a portrait without a conclusion

I've not been finished, but I have been forgotten

The world has not been finished yet it breaks and dies

The strong look down on the weak

The weak shall inherit the Earth

Do you touch the weak?

As the blood rushes to the surface-the heart runs free

This will be all of our release

Will you feel release from my departure or yours?

Do you see why I do this?