Hello to the hell of life,
hello mother...use that knife.
Cut the cord to the past,
help hate...to always last.
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Darkness swept upon the home,
embers from the fire flicker,
sitting in a chair alone,
wasted cigarette bottle of liquor.
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The jobs we have, we do with joy,
even the lowest whipping boy,
loves to feel masters whip,
for the chance of a small tip.
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