Damage a soul.
Hurt them to the core.
Deprive them the beauties.
Strip it away.
Crumble it.
Shred it.
Shoot it.
Stomp on it.
And leave it,
In the cold.
Damage a heart.
Stab it ten times.
Scratch it with nails.
Rip it out.
Crush it.
Squish it.
Shoot it.
Stomp on it.
And leave it,
In the cold.
Damage a mind.
Scream at it.
Condemn it.
Ruin it's only dream.
Screw with reality.
Lure it.
Grab it.
Break it.
Shoot it.
Stomp on it.
And leave it,
In the cold.
Damaged being.
Your turn.
They damage you.
Their prey,
Hunted by their craze.
Run from the beserk.
Enticed into the cave of despair.
Hypnotized by their deranged psyche.
Ruin you.
Put you down.
Rebuke you.
Shoot you.
Stomp on you.
And leave you,
In the cold.
Societal pressure gets to you.
As it did to others.
Thats just how it does business.
Either you rise up above it.
Or let it swallow you.
Your choice.
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The Psyche Of Mine
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