I feel sorry for you
Iron man
don't give me right
I have it
If don't show any mercy
No begging you for
Your hate is going to kill you
Your head in fire
Your heart in agony
Your choices make
you; live in misery
Son of Cain
I feel sorry for you
As man; walking on earth
In peace
I'm son of Adam
To fake your destiny
Iron man you fly
Too high
And then
Your fall
Deep in dim
Obsess is abyss
As butterfly taught me
Not in heard fist or
hold of high numbers
Life;
But what heart is contain
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