In days of past was a feeling of pain
So terrible and hurting that is sunk,
Sunk into my very core soul so deep.
This evil of hate against children
Within all this world was unbearable,
I was a hateful small child broken.
The world seemed to be extending arms
Of pure bane to so many innocent youth,
It seemed so wrong and it still does.
If we are to return to any idealism
Then we must push darkness to exile,
We must bring back pure true caring.
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