In loving memory of Jack Henry Abbott and Gary Mark Gilmoure The day when some are born, Others say it's a curse, Are a few of us evil? Are we the antichrist? Do we adjust to the abuse? We begin to accept the hate, Life and death seem like a joint, Right and wrong becomes senseless, Our self pity is all we know, We've adjucted to being alone, The cycle becomes hard to break, Judgemental assholes keep us down, Encourage us that death is the only way out.
