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In my mind, I am not happy.
I should be pleased and joyful.
But for the time being I feel sappy.
As for there is nothing to make it loyal.
Fear, Turmoil, Hate, and Anger.
One wishing to have their life end.
Not hoping for to linger.
Love over coming the hate, sending.
But hate over come what is good.
Not sure as to why one cares.
From under the darkness of the hood.
A devilish grin and hand shake one shares.
Take me by the hand into the dark.
Life draining from the good one's soul.
As for one speaks of evil, as one does hark.
This is the end, every evil foul.