Break the tale,
Break the tale,
I want the cash of the bank.
Break the tale,
Despair destroy the piece of bread.
Despair make blood slip in my hand.
Break the tale,
Break the tale,
I want the cash of the bank.
Break the tale,
There's no work,
There's no cash,
There's no rest,
Despair is all we have.
And then, I count from one to ten,
With the gun I ever had.
And so, to finally break the tale,
I hold despair and release the faith.
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The Sad Tale
PoetrySadness is the only truth... And when it all goes to hell, there's a gun.
