Its unbearable; you bring tears in my eyes,
I am fed up of you, you always make me cry.
Your face is wrapped around multiple layers,
Your heart is hollow, you smell like a slayer.
I tolerated you, because I feared an insipid life,
Now I got new gloves, apron and a sharp knife.
I wish to cut you in pieces, chop you random.
But this recipe wants, only sliced Onions.
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