Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): A Pretty Waste
Output (English): a chorus in a song about freedom and hope shoot down'bout a week and a half we wait for new leader take out by control a she star down from a far i feel hot then a sudden cold short hair dangles down red streaks line a she star back those gray blue eye all black it's how i like it heavy metal come from the speaker behind she pick up the mike open her mouth a a bullet strike her head too bad another one lose one less to care about they say a savior to all a call to the dead