Human beings are a very strange breed.
They take from each other like thieves in the night,
and leave their own brothers in need.

Criticizing peculiarity
is their one and only specialty.
Hurting each other 'round each turn,
making each others heartache burn.

Being blindly unconscious of
the desperate need there is for love,
and cursing the Gods up above.
Denying their fault
in the misery they've brought.

Throughout all the years,
and the death, and the tears,
throughout all the misery and pain...
what did they think they would gain?

The next of our breed
should listen and take heed.
Give to each other the love that you need,
like the ones gone before you haven't, indeed.

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