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Sorry, this had to be

The glass is broken

My wrath was way too strong

Now I stand on a wrecked place where

Everything is dead

Fuck, it ended by hurting the icon

The taste of sarcasm blew up my lungs

A few seconds later

A mushroom cloud escaped

Everything is dead

Tired and sick, empty and miserable

That is how I feel

Now I fucking rest

A broken will, a wrecked mind

A sick idea and a maniac with might

Hungry and thirsty I am

A melody in my brain

Whilst I wash my hands

You still on the floor, breathing slightly

Everything is dead

Get me out, standing in the garden

Catching some fresh air, while the victim wakes up

Tears in the eyes, disappointed, disgusted

What harms me, harms another one, too.

Revenge is a right.