Different
To be brought up in a world full of hate
Unacceptance and bigotry trickling down the generations
A world found in hate is not a world for me
It's not a world for anyone
Yet our parents keep on breeding
Seething and conceiving
Without a second thought of who they might create
Who might develop in this world full of hate
Who they might end up hating
But before they know it, their child could be gone
Murdered by the bashers, haters, and slayers
And then they'll learn to appreciate
The thing that they had a chance to hate
Hated because they created
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