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letra de the charitable and the miserable - saddest day

i don’t have much to give to this miserable who knocks at my door
blessed alms! bless my alms!
i don’t have much to give but i have no need to get
comfort myself in this situation. i feel good
blessed alms! bless my alms!
how much i love the miserable who comes to me
how comfortable it is to give my cynical coins
i think to myself: ha, miserable! would die if not for me
thou art there, begging, looking up
me here, doing charity, looking down
lucky for thou that i’m a nice rich man!
gave me alms? well done, i despise thou!
hate thou, for i bent myself before thou
i can’t give alms as thou doth give
all my life thou hath done good unto me. helped me. warmed me
gave me alms? well done, i despise thou!
d-mn alms! d-mn f-cking alms!
i hate thou because i need, need thine cynical alms
i despise thou! hate thou with all my strength!
i despise thou!
if one day (evil as i am) i’m above thou
would i lose the opportunity of reaping vengeance of everything thou hath done unto me?
i bent myself. thou helped me, but i bent myself
i was starving, and thou, thou sat me at thine table
but i bent myself
oh, how much i love my ingratitude!
thou gave me what was comfortable in giving
and what thou would like, what thou’d like me to have
now i shall feel comfortable
what have i always wished upon thou? only thy suffering!
i was starving, thou fed me
i was cold, thou warmed me
annoying thou, always thou…

- saddest day

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