My enemy beside me this is not how i planned,
growing up in this world,
this ungrateful land,
i can't seem to get out so i'm stuck where i am,
sitting alone in this ungrateful land,
enemies beside me conjour the thought
"what would happen to us if we seemed to get caught?"
they're unjust and unlawful not obeying these rules,
soon to be sent to a place for just fools,
so i sit here in thought,
to get out of this prison,
my own personal hell,
as my thoughts seem to conjour,
i know that its true,
the only reason i'm here is cause i'm unjust too.
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