They judge with unseeing eyes,
ears that hear not a sound
Her short hair, a sign of mutiny
The unsmiling face, regarded with suspicion
They look over the sorrow, the hurt,
They care not about her life
The black clothes, disgraceful
The music, loud and terrible,
Music of the devil
Why the hate?
Some liked it slow,
some fast, some soft, some loud
She, well, she liked metal
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