Pandemonium

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It is with hope
You all think I will speak of
But woe is you!
For everything plays
With the saddest of jazz,
A scratched record on loop.
Maybe I'm wrong?
I think not.
It'll be alright
Is what you preach
The little dream of yours
Oh how sweet!
Innocent baby
You're in for a treat!
This illusion of yours
Will be eliminated.
There is no such hope
In a world desecrated with pandemonium

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