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Fished a dead eye from the sky blue pool
an eye that is dead cannot judge you
pink teddy bears of innocence lost
fire on the riches you wanted the most.
Lit up a match, its life is fleeting
but if it's not burning, why is it living?
You creep in your house, live in the dark alley.
Homage the child victims, the lily of the valley.
The method to the madness
the bloating to the redness
and the anger to the sadness.
Why are you proud to the point of obscene?
Tears of a drowning wife
taking poison from a knife
at the end of your life
you're not wondering what could have been.