Verse Ten: Wroth Sagacity

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You think you know so much

The way you think of me as such

Your beliefs aren't everything

But yet you simply cling

Assault him with your words

Just like the way you hunt birds

Shoot them down, shoot them down

But never letting them drown

Salting a minor wound

Just to hear their screams

But your no sadist

No, your society

The living figure of popularity

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You couldn't remember last night

Didn't even know that you couldn't set things right

Went to her house, trying to fix another plight

Hoping that she wouldn't bite

But you knew that she just might

It only resulted in a lethal fight

Always relying on pitiful sight

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You ended up cutting the connection

But was that the only skin that was broken?

Still took your anger out on everyone

But now who's holding the gun?

It screamed; pull the trigger

Don't let him survive, he's already calling the police

Just let the bullet fly into his head

But the phone went dead

Shot the body, fill it up with lead

Is it normal that I feel no dread?

Wrapped the corpse up in the sheets of your bed

But I had two bullets

Plenty of ammunition to go around

But when I did it a second time, I didn't hear a sound

Is this what it's like to die?

Am I wrong to say I have no regrets?

My body is gone

But I still think the same way

Is my spirit corrupted or is it my brain?

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She didn't even kiss you goodbye

Didn't know that you were about to die

At least it wasn't because you were high

But she still made torment

Didn't resolve the issue before your skull cracked

Is this just another tragedy?

The killer just shot himself

And it was all her fault

Discarded her lover like the wind

Let him rage upon the already suffering

Soon it made him mad

Soon it made him kill

Yet society calls him a monster

Leaving his body to rot but mourning for the killed killer

His suicide meant nothing to you

But the other ones death meant everything?

She knew the truth

And to sow you she showed you with her corpse

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