We used to carry the banner of reality
We used to follow the star of our dreams

Now we live the lives of fantasy
We follow the ways of fame

We’re avatars of our true identities
We’re aliases known to none

We sling arrows at each other’s beliefs
We take aim at what others hold dear

We’ll never give in
We’ll never give up

It’s just a game
Surely we’ll win

In the end
The ground turns red

Too late we realize
Most of it’s our own

—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures

The acceptance we seek, won’t be found in words of hate

Little Creature on Hill with Bleeding Heart Flag