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have you ever wanted to be sad or just wanted someone to hate or just very fucking mad at the whole human race have you looked up at the clouds underneath a blackened sun ambivelance be damned from a venomous past we run have you ever wanted to cry about things you can not change tears flow down your cheeks like blood or are we all deranged have you been lonely by yourself with no one to talk too the bullet is chambered then hate is fostered soon have you seen the psychos cut them selves with a rusty razor blade thier brains are still in ruins thier past they can not run from so they escape with pain have you ever wanted to be sad or just to find someone to hurt press the knife to thier skin nothing is sharper than words syllables cut so deep to the very core blood flows down the face over the victims acheing sores the pain it will not end from all that is unseen so we languish in our past what the fuck do my tears mean have you ever cried yourself to sleep for no reason at all when all should be good no answer to the call have you looked up in the sky seen hate formed in the clouds mistrust keeps the sky all gray on a very ugly day Have you seen the very things that the indignant run from hidden in thier thoughts blurred by a banging drum they can see in to space but not remember the past the visions cloud the minds of the sacrificial few