Things of the same
Repetition, familiarity, things of the same
People love the things in the same vein
Discust, hatred, selfish fear
Humanity in the finest teir

Hyaena pups fight way back in the amniotic sac
Brewing their grewsome need to attack
The mothers abandon their weakest cubs away
Then the whole cackle is joyous as together they prey
We are like hyaenas- in a way
Mutual hate bonds us and and it doesn't seem to go away

We read it, we watch it, we really believe it
We need to shout it, and scream it
For rebellion, we need it
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