Murder, death, and suffering
an old deluded Don Quixote
I hope and then I pray
a poor lost figure in a dream
I wander this world’s halls
it only brings me pain
for who is sane we all may ask
Just take a look around
they only bring us pain
the media and its trash delude
while young soldiers have to die
the law it keeps him there
the honest man a prey for all
is this world really sane?
Oh let me rejoice I say
I'd rather be mad and happy now
than sane and sad like them
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