Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Lies of Hate
Output (English): there they sit like a bird pearched on a tree branch they talk about thing behind my back they be nothing but pig squeeling loudly a the dark reach out to me i shout and screem ready to poor my heart out they ca n't keep shut do they have a death wish i'm tire of them push me around and act like everything be right i'm do play game i'm like a powder keg ready to go off they need to know when to shut their mouth i swear it's so big they could swollow everyone they talk to with all their lie i can taste they're fear like sour candy let's just say they good watch their back who know what be come next