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May 2017
He looks at the world around him and thinks it needs more pain,
because if others don't suffer then he can't win the game,
he pushes all their limits till unconscious they become,
he revels in his sadist ways look at what he has done.
The girls and boys who live their life, he burns until they die,
he hears their suffering every day and basks in their cries,
his complex hides all the scars from his sadistic past,
come quick, be still, remember little sadist and stand fast.
Written by
NE Boateng
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