Poison ink dries on dead trees,
tells us how to think,
who we should be.
Hate for the sake of it,
kill for a taste of it,
but we’re all just the same when we leave.
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Poison ink dries on dead trees,
tells us how to think,
who we should be.
Hate for the sake of it,
kill for a taste of it,
but we’re all just the same when we leave.
