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Nothing i see gives me hope,
Nothing but the end of that rope.
Life is all just a game to be played,
Where choices can leave you broken and flayed.
Not one thing can rip this rug from beneath me,
No single act of good or kindness will make me free.
There's a seat saved for me in hell,
a room filled with the screams of those who fell.
Watching the world as it is only deepens this,
The violence, poverty, corruption and ignorant bliss.
There's nothing to heal this hopeless hole,
No amount of repentence to save this soul.
