We're the ones with no compassion,
We don't make good impressions.
We have no one to care for,
Our own lives matter no more.
We're the ones you will loathe,
Cause' we're the ones with cold souls.
We're the ones you will despise,
We're the ones who are deprived.
We won't hand out no mercy,
We were never given that courtesy.
Yeah, we're the ones you will loathe,
Cause' we're the ones who've lost our souls.
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PoesíaPoems speak volumes about who you really are; they shout out your interests, you thoughts, your style of writing. But poems, most of all, have to inspire. If they don't, they're not good poems. I hope my poems will remain with you and inspire you th...
