that have no soul
icy and mean
and mad at world
In whom joy
has died,
Don't you dare
Say hello to
those perturbed
souls who
have ire
to what they
don't understand
and contempt
for smiles,
oh let them
stew,
for a day
will come
when their
anger will
chew their
inner man
like cancer,
and then they
will weep
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