Let them grow to their own true selves,
This is a height so high.
Or shrink them small with your anger,
After all to you, they are.
They are so weak and innocent,
So feed the innocent well,
Not just with food but also love,
Or feed them fear instead.
Through your hatred or through your love,
The innocent will grow.
Where will they place the fear you gave,
But to the people they once were.
Your desease of anger'll be alive,
Long after you are gone.
They no longer will be innocent,
Like you they shall be evil.
2006-10-20
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