Why must suffering even exist,
That of which I have been forced to feel?
Why must the pain continue to persist,
Oh, the pain shall never heal!
That night, my friend, it just had to rain,
And the car swerved on ahead.
I blacked out, but deep within my brain,
I knew my entire family was dead.
When I awoke, I knew all was gone.
But when I told my doctor this, he dubbed me mad,
Yet I knew he was wrong.
So I set out to punish him for being bad.
Thus, upon the next night, to punish him for being mean,
I drowned him in a burning barrel of gasoline.
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