Lost in the sea of tears,
Even the reason for my sorrow is drowned.
In the teardropp that sears,
My existence bound
For only thinking of that face that leers.
That infernal face that I hate so,
That spite-filled face that sunk so low,
That damned face that soon shall know,
The pain of searing sadness
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