Hell Is My Teacher

Down under
Where the storm is dry and the rent is low
Where children play with guns
Aiming at others in the world below
Down there 
Is where I met my lesson
The one I have yet to graduate from 
A harsh one for me, but a no-brainer to some.
A lesson taught by the society of greed
Of ego and the world down under
Where devils are wearing human faces
And god remains only as a wonder
I missed the top of the class and now I am running behind
And they don't hand out any passes here for being kind
The cruelty of some is a trouble I have yet to endure
But I haven't given up hope for finding a cure
I'm a student of the life above and the life below
I will learn this lesson though it may appear slow:
That devils are not made in history books but rather in dreams
And that those two fictions are two of the same, so it seems.
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