A child song

I am a child - going to be -
What shall I come through? Have mercy on me!

Don't wanna see maniacs, don't wanna see drugs,
Don't wanna see politics' lie-loving mugs,

Don't wanna get tortured or left in the car,
Nor be abandoned by papa and ma.

Leave your perversions with you on on the earth,
It can't get better, only worse.

I cannot think of the kids of my own,
What shall become of them when I am grown?

I am a child, why should I be?
Please kill me quickly, have mercy on me!


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