What causes pain?
Why do we suffer?
Why do tyrants reign?
Why aren't we tougher?
Helpless to end their malice,
Broken by their arts,
As they sit up in their palace
With blackness in their hearts.
Some people in this world are wicked,
such are my observations.
Others resent the crimes they committed.
These are a shattered soul's speculations.
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