So many words being thrown in my head!
They're waking confusion, but sanity's dead.
My mind is in chaos with each helping hand.
(Compassionate aims bring misfortune unplanned.)
They do not mean harm; they're not senseless brutes
But these seemingly innocent ones stole my roots.
My principles fall with the soil time's tilled.
Speech may be free, but for hearing I'm billed.
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