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Bright happiness

Or so they claim

Don't they see

That's just so lame

I see them laughing

Hearing their cheers

They all like having

A stick up their rears

Standing forth

Onward they come

Outcast I am

Nowhere to run

So be it I shall

Face down their wrath

If they choose to fight

I'll bloody their path

So I stare them down

They glance away

I'll make them suffer

Oh yes, today

For all the things

They've done to me

I'll make them all

Finally see

The hell that they have caused