tomacōck
It won't ever be enough.
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Oh, heads go numb, in loss of memory and purpose,
Oh, hands go numb, with broken bones in endless slumber,
The human's never [a] ruler, for only in his dreams rose,
For only live they rotting, falling even dumber.
How couldn't hate to see become
What hated they their son, a worthless scum,
Broken thoughts, lost touch, and things as such,
No rhythm, rhyme, oh, nothing much...
Oh, hands go numb, with broken bones in endless slumber,
The human's never [a] ruler, for only in his dreams rose,
For only live they rotting, falling even dumber.
How couldn't hate to see become
What hated they their son, a worthless scum,
Broken thoughts, lost touch, and things as such,
No rhythm, rhyme, oh, nothing much...
