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Used and discarded,
a scarlet whore,
alone on the dead streets.

Loved and betrayed,
a broken heart shatters.

Bitterness and vengeance,
the nectar that flows in the blood,
keeps us alive.

Drugs and booze,
the weak man's security.

Fights and shootings,
a crying child's nightmare.

Riches and power,
the broken man's obsession.

Blades, bleeding wrists,
the silent cry for help.

Toys for playing,
the innocent's blind eyes.

Only one feeling is stronger than love,
that is hate.

All other emotions, carefully nurtured,
are only hatred's offspring.