The Hate, The Viloence - Poem by erica green
the poor inocent,
sufering in darkness,
god has a purpose,
we arent all perfect,
tears of silence,
as the hated walk the halls,
with guns in there hands,
seeking the unhated,
as they now say save me,
this is a dream,
as they are now starting to figure,
they are the hunted by the hated,
the one's whos life was ruined,
they nights they cry alone,
waiting for tomarrow to come,
today they were suppose to get jumped.
it's their fault.
They are ruining this world and great people
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