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Confined in a cell feed with dope Mankind is save from the misanthrope His weird disease made him choke Killing for air the misanthrope He chose their fate With wrath and hate He couldn't face The human race There is no cure, there is no hope His mind is obscure the misanthrope Slowly falling down the mental slope Until he reach the end the misanthrope Sickness Anger Envy Detest