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Pain, you wish upon us all,

But you have no reach.

So you exert these evil actions that you preach.

Ministerial coverups,

the bars are off your eyes,

But your face attracts pain, it's your own bullseye.

Face down, I thought you would support

Frightened eyes, sight you sought.

Hypocrisy in your life and your regime.

No big government man here to hide your lies.

Bruce was not let off easy, for in what man's world is 19 stab wounds to the gullet considered easy?

However, none were left in mourning, for the night's actions were certainly justified.

An unattended funeral would have killed Bruce's narcissistic personality, only he too couldn't make it.

A situation that puts the deepest of morals to test, only revealed that more earned the same fate.

There he laid, He remains.

There he laid, He remains.

Pain, I wish upon you all, now I've found you,

I gave what you asked for.

And you took what you could get.

There he laid.