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Created on: July 10, 2008
Why is it that we are born into a world so corrupt?
A world where some of us are born different,
Cast out and alienated
And forced to overcome obstacles that others do not.
We who are meant to roam the world as side show freaks
For others to ridicule and hate,
Not because we do the same,
Not because we show great disrespect,
But for the mere fact,
That we are different than the majority of society.
Yet somehow, we still can find common ground,
Which is the basis for all understanding and acceptance.
A common ground which all living things share,
We get wet when it rains, and cold when it snows.
We still have all the same basic needs to survive,
And we can still die just as easy.
They say what goes around, comes around, karma.
But why is it that someone who cannot hate
Because it is not in their nature,
And all they can do is love unconditionally,
are still faced with such difficulties,
As if they are an abysmal person
Who hates everyone and tries to make others' lives a living hell,
Just for the fact that they do not like them?
Tell me something
If there IS a God,
Why would he let some of his most innocent
Become the victim of such hate crimes,
Of which he is against.
"Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone"
If this is true than there are very few of whom can do this.
Which of many are such victims to these sins.
Now, why would a God that is supposed to love everyone,
Let such bad things happen to the ones to need and love him the most?
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