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My abilities are to suffer, why am I pulled under?

Am I to wait for a parody?

Consider credulous parts of this world,

With these persons and places among us.

I wait-impastures suspend, I wait-I endeavor, I endeavor

I wait to believe in good and to suffer.

Am I to wait for obscurity? No-a belief-no

Those cries tell the truth, what’s felt inside-but why?

Do I look to the past and feel no way out, to try

To find a new way only to see my own self can’t be!

Disease and death through generations,

Is this to be my destination?!?

Lead-Tony Lead-Wayne

Am I to wait for a parody? Consider credulous parts

Of this world with these persons and places among us,

I endeavor