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hate

crazy indians

bringin death to our doorstep

away with the misery

i despise your footsteps

ringing in the rain of wallowing

singing in the moonlight

of sadness and despair

in hand

a stick to beat with

swing away at happiness

taking hard shots to the head

leaving mush for others to see

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the reference to 'indians' is not intended to be a racial impliment in any way. just formatic expressionin poetic form

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