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Why do you do the things done
And how dumb would you to be
To do them again I know you're going to?
If you're the you say you are and beauty's in everything you see
Then how can love exist in a world run by like you?
Because when there's suffering, you're
southern trees, you hang them in the air
The world screams out in agony and you care
But the shit hit the fan
I just pray you not be spared
you

You took a with so much room for love
And filled it with and rage
Until there was nothing left but for it to up and die
will tell you that if you don't love your neighbor
Then you love God
But no god of mine put light in such unrighteous eyes
Now the way we hold each other so
Would look more like a noose if up to the light
Because we betray each other in every night
Now let's never of it again, all right?

now I curse the day, and yet, I think,
Few within the compass of my curse,
I did not some notorious ill:
As kill a man, or devise his death;
a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and myself;
Set deadly between two friends;
Make poor men's cattle break necks;
Set fire on and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the quench them with their tears,
Oft I digged up dead men from their graves,
And set upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have my knife carved in Roman letters,
Let not sorrow die, though I am dead.
Tut! I have done a dreadful things
As willingly as one kill a fly,
And grieves me heartily indeed
But that I do ten thousand more.

(Act V, Scene i, lines of Shakespear's Titus Andronicus)