Today we are living in sadistic times
We are all just helpless little mimes
With our puppet strings we dance around
Our playful stage of innocence. We are bound
To be killed off one by one.
Then when all of their fun is done
We will strick our frightful blows
And punish all of our sadistic foes.
Finally when death does us part
We will no longer be their bloody art.

 
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