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.
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.
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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