As I breath the summer air.
A thought, it comes to me.
Of the burden that I bear
and all I've come to be.
A greater monster you'll never find;
I torture and kill them here.
One day they'll come with iron to bind
their eyes alit with fear.
That day you'll open your eyes; awake
to all that you have done.
On the stand you'll squirm and shake
knowing that I have won
and when they lock you away in that padded cell;
I'll cackle and laugh triumphantly to know that you're in hell.
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