Buried up to the head, should have been nice instead. Your mean ess blowing off steam, member of the demons team. Treating others all wrong, you're buried where you belong.
No use crying for help, there you'll be kept. Acting like you were better, knowing you were the devils babysitter. Now it's too late, you've sealed your fate.
You're stuck in the pit, with the rest of the no good chit. No one feels sorry for you, you made so many sad and blue. Here's a shovel, but it will only dig you to a deeper level.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
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