Take your accusations,
Flavored with demonstrated hate...
To places where discrimination,
Displays a mental waste.
Take your accusations,
To a mirror where you face...
A participating with others,
Who themselves have been disgraced.
'Uh...
Is it possible,
We can borrow some of your accusations?
It seems the ones we have used,
Can not excuse our own torment...
We had intended for you.'
But our accusations,
Are a result of your demonstrated hate.
We can not help you,
For mental illnesses you display.
Initiated by your discriminatiing ways.
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