I am Angry. Don't know Why, necessarily,
But you Are, too. I can Tell. Tell, what?
Have the Decency to be Honest with me -
Who am I, well Who? I don't know Anymore.
I am, that is All I can Say to you, Now.
Nobody cares That much, either. Just is.
Is there Something you want to say, Now?
Because I decided to be This?
How could I Decide? Well, it Seems
That everybody Thinks I can Choose this Path.
Never occurred to Them that I could Be
Such an Evil Being, either, but what Else?
Is everybody Convinced? I don't know Now,
I can't take it Anymore, not this Way -
I just Squeeze the Trigger slow, like This,
Is anybody Listening? Not Today...
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