When I stare down the glass Filled with my blood I shutter to think Should I keep staring or have a drink The repulsive nature we have come to love Society has accepted death with open hands Everywhere there is violence They have given in to our demands My best friend got shot in the face It is in the news all over the place His cold corpse staring into the screen And on the other side you all applaud It really makes you sick but you love to play the fraud We have all learned to harm one another Whether it be race or color Nothing matters, hate has occured It is the society's disease A burden that will never be cured The repulsive nature we have come to love Society has accepted death with open hands Everywhere there is violence They have given in to our demandsBirth sign: Aries
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