Some people seem to be insane
And miserable in their brain
Inside of them a huge hole
And a very wounded soul
Unfortunately, they hurt others
Their own sisters and brothers
Not being able to contemplate
Their own terrible state
Instead the pain they have inside
They transfer to an external suicide
How brutal to the world outside
Some wonder why we still fight
without being a knight
The answer is Pandoras box
and an egoistic self-detox
To clean up one's own backyard
for the most just much to hard
The conclusion is simple to find
it's the starting pace of mankind
Give them just more time
up to humanity they clime
Everything will be fine
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