Monsters aren't born, you once told me -

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They are slowly created, formed

like clay pottery, watered

with callous memories and mixed

with cruel claws.

They are hardened with lies

and false ideals, then painted with

blood of young victims.

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Yet something was born

in your eyes that day.

Your wickedness was revealed

and the mother smirked--

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So now I feel there are two

types of monsters--

those that are created

slowly, ruined with malice,

And others that are born,

with hatred hidden in their veins.