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Why is it that melancholy tends to predominate the atmosphere
Weeks of fruitless labor have become my bane and the trials grow bleaker
This gloom hangs over every injustice and every cornered stare
Like a noose around the neck of a proud but broken martyr

To endure this is a weighty task
Three years past, under the constant and rising pressure of ignorance
To endure this, is it too much to ask for?
Once more, rise again to fall back into hiding

Misplaced burdens of conscience thrust upon me
I wish not to feel the sorrows of this misguided world
Nor to endure the ignorance of all these whores
Coupled with the idealistic advice I ignore

The filth that clings to this town is tangible
As if it is knowledgable of all the obscenities
I wish for Solidarity, that one day we won’t all be so different
So that these problems don’t materialize
Condemning souls to years of solitary depression
Subjecting them to this constant mental anguish

No one deserves this place
Except those who make it this way