Hate's Child

A sallow face, wan and yellow

Yet fury burns beneath the mask

A foul stench surrounds the fellow

But bitter questions are never

Asked

Silent arrogance leaves much

Desired

Through pride, man shows his

Falling might

Though oblivious residents had then

Retired

A gunshot ended the final fight





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