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Rage has failed me.Hope has left hold.No place to run away to,No person to be told.
You leave us but one choiceTo carry fear in our minds.To fear the daylight and the dark,The empty streets and the crowds,Every gaze and every footstep,Every solitary walk.

For devils like youLurk around in all corners,Weaving webs of misfortuneIn our simple, happy lives;Our freedom and dignity beingPlunged through with your knives.
What are you, wretched monster?Come in disguise as a human.Surely some ill creatureLeft undone in the making;Devoid of heart and soul,Mercilessly tearing openthe ones of the innocents.How else can a human mindKnow no empathy, nor conscience?How could you have no emotionsAnd yet have lust running down your veins?
Speak of the sorcery that conditionedthose countless minds now on your side.The cold-hearted claims they holdTo have your brutality justified.Perhaps, our days are numbered too,How lucky we haven't crossed paths.After all, what are we butMore names in your list to tick off.
Of all the things we've failed to fathom;The universe and the matter beyond,Your mind remains the most puzzlingFor you're surely no less than a hound.
If only your mind could see;Not lust but love and laughter.If only you found conscience.If only you were humane.
Until then we'll merely live by,With the fear of your heart so cold.For dear monster, rage has failed me.And hope has long left hold.


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