Heart has grown cold and sour.
The mind begins to crave great power.
There is no more time for leisure.
This person strongly wishes to **** his teacher.

The night is dark and long
As the bard sings his morose song.
No more room to squeeze
leaving time to only beg and scream please...please!

Why must you give him this destiny
Filled with failure and great misery.
The grade is all he desires,
But why is blood what you have made him perspire.