Color of Hate

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Down comes the rainfall

The clouds rest above us, hanging tall

The rainbow be what we are awaiting

This bad luck we will not stop hating

Love comes with the colorful thing

The rain brings along words for insulting

People are mean, bad, and cruel

But when the storms done, they look like a fool.

This is my life, I do as I please

No matter how much they bug me like fleas.

They are not good, so I must be.

To keep my life, I must be me.

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