In a world divided, I'm the misery that hates the company.
Luckily, I invited many martyrs to bait the trust in me.
Catapult casualties casually, cataclysmic catastrophes.
Natural death, unrest exposed the missing atlas we seek.
Mapping to breathe, retracting steps of fascists with dreams.
Passionately provide the ropes to cope, masking the peace.
Hiding forever, clueless 'til daybreak drags us under the sun.
Take cover and run until your nerves get muffled and slumped.
A puzzling must, to have each and every man wear a title.
Except for the hand that feeds you while you're scared to bite it.
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