This is the purest form of art, as disaster
A mind clouded by hate could never orchestrate such organized destruction
Internally gutting the beauty out just to accent the unrecognized glamor of the surrounding area
This my friend is your own personal hell
A crutch, a way to help you feel the way we do
A pair of opened eyes to see the devastation among us
Don't think of this as a grudge brought to light, this is just to add meaning to your name
I'm sorry, for you pay for my own sins
My envy spawned a distorted architectural brilliance within me
We do not hate you, we're just bring you and us eye to eye
Friend, you live among us and like us you will live
My dear Old Misery.
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