Scaterd Few
as the story grows
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As the story goes
They never gave me something for the pain
They left me by myself to ease the shame
To cope with rationality
The outcome's quite the same
And like the wise man long ago
They tried to keep me in the dark
To blind my eyes that I would miss the mark
The thought of death eternal
Give these mad men peace of heart
As the story grows