• Hatred spreading like a virus.
    Buruing us into black smoke.
    Giving us no sign of hope.
    We keep fighting with what we cannot escape.
    Ah, you see little children running around.
    You see and hear them laughing.
    The feeling of sympathy you feel for them grows.
    Seeing your once known friends' hatred spreading.
    Spreading like a virus.
    You wish this feeling was not as thrithing.