Hate
(10.20.02)The world is empty,
With everyone to see,
A place for hate just for me.
I can't understand even though I know,
It's hard not to see when you watch it grow.
Everybody is all the same,
But tell them that and they will think you are lame.
It's all just a game to find out who will resent the most,
They will make you cry and drink a toast.
Isn't it lovely for all of them to feed,
It's all they know they love the greed.
You stare into invalid places of nothing,
They will stare back while the detrimental is cutting.
Why do we live in such a place I sometimes wonder,
I stumble and I miss then I begin to wander.
I know there's a better place than this,
But living here frist takes subjugating wits.
Sometimes I think that I don't know how,
But I go through each day knowing that I have to live now.
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