Fate of those that simply exist

Your hate has wrapped around our Neck

Dragging us down into your Hell 

Then your hands clutched our Own

Claws dug into our Skin

The pain is there to keep us in Check

Keeping us in our Cell

Onto the ground our body is Thrown

As your face is split in a Grin

"This is for all that you have Done"

The last words we'll ever Hear

Now in your grip a loaded Gun 

All for the crime of being Here