I wasn't crying because of you, I was crying because my delusion of who I thought you were was shattered by the truth of who you really are.

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

The victories of mind,
Are won for all mankind,
But war wastes what it wins,
Ends worse than it begins,
And is a game of woes,
Which nations always lose:
Though tyrant tyrant ****,
The slayer liveth still.