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When the day falls
The night crawls
Like a bug in my room
It’s peaceful as it looms
Yet it’s gross and ugly
Like my daunting thoughts
As the rope knots
The bug is scared
But it will not be spared
I will end that disgusting creature
Even if it doesn’t deserve it in nature
It’ll be happier after it’s departure
No longer afraid of the disaster
That was the slaughter
The bug called life