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The worst part of living in this world is when you see it through the eyes of those
who respond only to negative behavior.
What else can they say life is always only what you make it and it won't change
unless you change it.
As they take low blows at our race they don't think of the drama made against
one another.
Promises aren't made to me although to my fellow brothren they strike at us for
what reasons we still don't understand but, in this time we do, we understand
that we are not a part of the human race but, a difference to some. Trying to
restore the little faith let inside of us.
Breaking free from this curse would be like time to fly away.
Before we can say this war is over it begins again.
Bloodshed against those who don't deserve it but, most people who don't
appreciate life really don't deserve it.
Quiet as i may seem i learn to follow the orders of the fellow officers who escort
me but, the people of our world and our race might never see the last of this
horror and stress.
Copyright © Melanie Morris | Year Posted 2007
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