festooned by colours of dye,
my life goes in vain and i,
i am left here just to cry,
cry tears of hatred, cry,
cry fears of death, SCUMB,
scumbed of my soul and i,
i festooned by colours of dye.
this fake world lies,
lies, in my roistering ire,
wrath! i make my life intricate,
instead my jaunty self,
i make it a croquet,
i loathe for my people,
i loathe for this world,
festooned by colours of dye,
my life goes in vain and i,
I DIE,
and i,
I DIE......
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