It's really hard to understand
The kind of mind-set subject
to
The twisted actions put upon
And set upon the innocents,
Whose only crime is being
there
In a close proximity
To one whose presence strikes
a fear
Of hurt in those of weak
resolve.
Why then must you dominate?
Why must you wreak hurt and
pain?
What events in childhood
Made your hand a weapon to
destroy?
Why can't you endeavor in
The milk of Human kindness
Where the peaceful tides reciprocate
And fill a heart with kindred
joy?
And when will all your
victims stand
To pay you back for your
refuse?
To give you in good measure
A taste of your abuse.
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