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Why do you do the things done
And how dumb would you to be
To do them again like I know you're 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 people like
Because when there's suffering, you're
From trees, you hang them in the air
The world screams out in agony and you don't
But the shit hit the fan
I just pray you not be spared
you

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

Even now I the day, and yet, I think,
Few within the compass of my curse,
Wherein I did not notorious ill:
As kill a man, or else his death;
a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and myself;
Set enmity between two friends;
Make men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and in the night,
And bid the quench them with their tears,
Oft have I up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows were forgot;
And on skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in letters,
Let not your die, though I am dead.
Tut! I have done a dreadful things
As willingly as one kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily
But that I cannot do ten more.

(Act V, Scene i, lines 129-148 of Shakespear's Andronicus)