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Nov 2024
Hate is the flame of our souls.
Hate for lovers and liars,
hate for friends and brothers.
My love blooms for others,
just as their hate boils
β€”In their veins at my sight.
For me there is only
hate, hate, hate.
Written by
Konrad
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