The morals, so blatantly missed Time after time again The points redirected on a detour. In the land of the fucked up and trapped No secure destiny awaited For the train with thirteen passengers As their minds tripped over every bump in the track It was obvious they had to do something. Which Is the best way? Give me something to ease The pain. I would die If not for the thought that something much worse lies ahead Of mortal life.
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