You’re the taste of bitter almonds
And a poison to the mind.
A toxic gas around the room
Causing currents that you’ll wind
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To pull all others to your will.
It’s you acts alone in fact
That cause hurt and really kill.
Everyone can see that.
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There has to be an antidote
Or some way to keep you out.
Dig a trench, fill a mote
So you cannot cross the ground.
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You’re will’s not really good,
You think only of yourself.
You’ll spoil all the food.
You’re a danger to people’s health.