Depression

Ecstasy
Is in dying

Beauty
Only found in lying

The world is cold
Because all its embraces are warm

Irony becomes precious
When satire becomes banal

Men are valiant
When rats come to fight

Benevolence is a shattered
When its receivers are seen

Joy is found
In sorrow unspeakable

Victory is certain
Only when our heads are chopped by villains

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