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I fear the end draws near,
A time of freedom never more,
When cruelty rules the land,
And the people live in terror.
When hours are ungodly,
And the work is piled high,
And rulers rule with iron hands,
And try to destroy time.
And we cringe as the whips,
Snap above our heads,
And cry out in the pain,
As we have no self anymore.
All our time is wasted,
All our feelings lost,
All our emotions blasted,
All our friends gone.
And how to call this terror?
How could a simple name suffice?
For it's cruel brutality,
"School" sounds nice.