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In-Human

A strange thing in lifes human cycle, a breed that's like no other no conscience, feelings or remorse, no Father? or no Mother? Who would believe these animals, or defective human beings belong to our society, and carry on our genes Their families go to sleep at night, without a touch of fear does that mean they also have, that bad gene that's so near? It's really very hard to say, my heart's upon the scale balancing how I'd been raised, and how these others fail Society just looks at this, like scenery from a train it's gone as soon as news turns off, not a care for victims pain How do these low-lifes sleep at night? They think they are so smart it seems like they enjoy the fear, they put in every heart They laugh and smirk and carry on, they're animals in packs but when they're out there on their own, there are no such attacks So keep your eyes wide open, don't walk around alone stay in well lit areas, and hang on to your phone Try not to be a victim, and always look around you never know if someone's there, to try and knock you down.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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