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"NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS"
Minors are those less than eighteen,
As they don't have knowledge in keen.
They don't have a driving licence,
As don't have driving sense.
You think you're above us all, you think you're so special
You think you're top shit ‘cause of your academic level
While it's good to have all of your shit together
Having high grades doesn't make you any better
I hear the Bells ringing, ringing. Menacing, treacherous- silence. Pain is imminent-But I think Differently. I was a beggar for your Release- But not twice- For you are not worthy ofMy sacred Pain.
