A rare exotic meal
The emotions to destroy
****** and ****
I discipline my hands
Of my actions in command
My obsession with revenge being quite real

I consume hate
Passion will be my crime  
An assassin of love
Silently bidding my time

Justice power unbound
When they place you cold in the ground
For you see I consume hate
A bite at a time


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