Demoralized
A world filled with a deadly repulsion
Hate grows like a sickly disease of revoltion
People walk around without a sane soul
Their futures are all seen in a poisonous bowl
I’m dismayed by the power of their hate
I’m frightened for the life that holds the key to the gate
An endless love, suddenly seizing to exist
A hate, waiting at the door to persist
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