Stop it.
You're deminishing me.
Strong you are, but little you see.
She's so heavy, we're sinking down.
But there's always hope and solid ground.
She's weighing down on you and I,
Ill we'll fall and weak we'll die.
Plagues of hate eat at my bone,
Medicine can't cure alone.
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