The night is a cold place,
Full of regret and loss.
The darkness devours what is left,
And you have nothing.
The human experience is a mysterious one,
Full of many lessons learned.
There is a lesson that has a way of coming back,
A lesson that will never be known.
It can not be taught,
It can only be shown.
The lesson should not be known to you,
It should be known to everyone.
The experience of killing others for profit,
for pure sport even.
Just because you don't like their color,
race, religion, nationality.
Exterminating them systematically until they're gone,
Killing their hopes and abolishing their God.
Amounting nothing to become something,
Trying to prove you are superior.
The lesson that life has forgotten,
Sometimes in death too.
The Extermination of Individuality as a people,
Our sovereign right in Nature.
All the families you've destroyed so selfishly,
Never able to look past this.
And with one final word,
Genocide could end.
But it will not end,
Sad as it is.
The world will keep killing,
As it rots to a core of abhorrence
The world will keep it's mysticism,
It's one secret.
Why must we kill our own kind?
Have they no rights of their own....
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