Look through your eyes at the World, what do you see? Do you see skies of Blue and trees of Green? Do you see a place full of happiness and full of peace? ... Take a look through my eyes and see what I see. I see a place full of poverty, sorrow and gloom. The skies I see are not blue, but are gloomy and putrid. Grey as the stone I use to sharpen my knife. The trees I see are not pretty or full of life, But are dead, decaying and dark. Dark are my thoughts as my knife makes its mark. The World as I see it is dead and full of dread. That's why I lay here dying, bleeding blood red.
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