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Hate is such a strong word
It is used in so many cases
But sometimes I feel,
That there is no other word
For what I feel for them
They pick a lamb from the flock
A cute little fluffy thing
Nurture it till it�s understood,
That they are the masters
They rule what might have been theirs
When the worst comes to worst
Mistakes can�t be made
They strangle their prodigy
And throw it back where it came
I despise these things,
Their rules and their speech
But when the poor little lambs
Are thrown back to be killed
I�ll always be there
To nurture their will