Dying Through Hate
child lower your hands from your begging plate.
shine my shoes and shut your mouth.
lose your innocence not a moment too soon.
this is what the modern world is about.
stop those tears that waste the need to hear.
your statistic is numbered down.
fear nothing but me,for i am fear.
and you are a ditch dug six feet down.
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