sun is baking my car
heat wave is pulsing
glares hurting my eyes
dark glasses is of help
create to protect yourself
go further destroy enemy
i'm my enemy it must be
can i hurt myself to improve
go with flow; no sweat drop
i could be inspired to excel
so are you, you could do well
i trying to find my way to hell
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