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Life is not fair, so I will no more care.

They say people are bad, like they’re sick in their head.

Like their speech is a threat.

They won’t stop until they’re dead.

Their hearts are always misled.

Their souls, indeed, shred.

If they speak, it’s overhead,

so they just lie instead.

Keeping a lot unsaid,

hoping that they’re a step ahead.

Avoiding what we call dread,

seeking for cred.

And at the worst, they will just bleed,

or at the worst, they will just flee.

And it’s why my hatred bred.

They remind me of the color red.

It’s indeed beautiful, but it makes me remember when I used to bleed.

I hate how it’s from them that I’m being led.

So, as I always said, I prefer feeding lies and not being fed,

which means it’s either me leading or them being led.