Man, a fool in his kingdoM
Advancing his madness with a cold teA
Never shall man get well agaiN
Man made himself captive in place of freedoM
Above, he swells and swings like an anternA
Desperate in his action when others are deaD
No way is a way for men agaiN
Extremists and killers, men arE
Stripping off themselves in public alwayS
Success never come to their eyeS.
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