There's a man I know of;
Who lived down the street,
He'd often sit there by the pavement:
quiet,
He was clothed with loneliness,
One could feel the agony and dejection eminating from him,
I see how everyone looks at him:
With contempt, and disgust,
He was like a plague,
Infectious, destructive and deadly.

He was like the very personification of death,
It was as if pestilence had taken the shape of man,
We all feared him,
I wondered why,
Why was so despised by the masses.
Everyone who was ever...