We wear these colors to represent our hate, our reds, our blues, our greens, we let hate have a color.
We let it have a say.
We fight our brothers, because out family did before us.
So it makes it okay.
Humans destroy all we have, when blame things that had no say.
What are we doing to our self's?
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