It's true they say that life's a stage,
One with plays of hate and war,
As mankind acts with demon rage,
To fill the script with bloody gore.
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For when the final curtain falls,
And each cruel actor takes a bow,
They look with pride on pointless brawls,
The countless killed, and who cares how.
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This is a play made of hypocrisy,
For that thing we call humanity,
Blind to its dark demonocracy,
As it slowly steals all sanity.
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