Questioning the reasoning,
Behind why I'm deafening,
Haih, it's an irrigation,
Of an irritation,
I'll keep on wondering,
Resultless in pondering,
Is it cuz I'm an underling,
That I deserve a sundering?
No need to respond,
I'm already desponded,
If you ever re-spawn,
I'll make sure you're pounded,
I feel insecure,
Is there really a cure?
I wanna secure myself right between the doors,
The clock goes tick-a-tock,
The time flows absurdly slow,
When will this stop?
How will I ever know,
In the end I guess,
Call me the exiled night-elf,
I'm here at the scene particulously all by myself,
They wont look at me but toting tattered eyes halved,
I am not throttled,
I'm just in place just like a bottle,
My pose is gonna topple,
To the darkest portal.
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