One over,
Another after.
Besides betrayal,
Hate is just a disaster.
After all the pain,
Suffered there later.
Faith is the one who pulls us together,
To reconcile, win over.
With a nefarious traitor,
This common benchwarmer,
That leaves us lonelier than ever -
Created a soul, Paranoia.
She is shy, pretty and somber,
After all the things they told her,
"You will never be able to reach
Your dreams of becoming a successor."
Paranoia held her head high while in laughter,
Saying, "I'll be the one whom is smiling at the ones
Who think that they're superior to the inferior."
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