I was handed down upon me a project of a destiny.
I had to make a place that was fun and free.
All my life people hit and pushed and made fun of me.
So I turned to the dark-lights and death.

I traveled through life finding happiness in nothing,
Until my place was filled with all of me.
With the dark-lights shining I've finally found what it is to be free.
But soon it would be shut down by a solely death.

Bullets flying, swords flashing brought to me sweet candy.
Blood squirting, people screaming made me so very happy.
Bodies flopping, flesh rotting smelled like roses to me.
I found happiness but only for a little bit in this death.

After a couple of years there was nothing.
I'm alone again, frustrated, and unhappy.
I'm locked up in a steel cage with nothing to comfort me.
I grab my gun and hold it to my head for happiness comes in death.

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