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The dark days
Life these day is hard
Since being a good man
Means your are mad
The heart of men followeth vanity
Oh how sad
The good man turn bad
I have search all my life
To understand life
That which is great to attain
Since the good man
Even suffers in pain
And there is nothing to gain
How come everyone has forgotten
As the truth in there
Is getting rotten
Like unpreserved dead body
Persuaded to feel sorry
Since the truth makes one an enemy
I have been seduced to my confusion
For doing good is an abomination
poem
by
Matt Ancient
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