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Frustration
The frustration gnaws at
my soul.
How anybody could be like that,
I cannot tell.
Happiness is acquired for sure,
But cruelty could not be a natural state.
Joy is only temporarily felt,
But malice is even less.
Where does his animosity flow from?
As another victim is mourned,
Another laughter engulfs the wind.
Like a rock thrown into a pond,
His ill deeds ripple along the surface.
Those below feel it slightly,
But those along the top
Are thrown into motion.
Forever he kills,
Forever I weep.
Forever he laughs,
Forever I sleep.
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