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May 18, 2004 21:34

Anger and hatred
Born and bred
In the deepest part of our hearts
A longing for a purpose
A need to belong
But thrown out by tradition
Tradition started by our parents
A problem before our birth
Implanted in our souls
A bitterness for those that are happy
Fools of the world
Afraid of getting out
Of being free
Trapped in the heart of normality
An abhorrence of success
A bottomless hell
For the wretched and weary
Heroes of the wicked
The corpse an ally
As we kill our brothers
Cornered in lower class society
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