Inside my head
There is a man
Family's dead
He hatched a plan.
Inside my brain
There is a field
Where there are chains
That I wield
Inside my mind
The man built houses
As he mined
And met spouses
The man is now happy;
My field is now a city;
But what is really crappy;
It's really quite a pity.
My peace is gone;
Loud lights and sounds;
The break of dawn
I await my bounds.
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