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Love
is a word that is constantly heard, Hate is a word that is not.
Love, I am told, is more precious than gold. Love, I have read, is hot.
But hate is the verb that to me is superb,
And Love but a drug on the mart.
Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.
In this ring of fire, true souls will be tested without mercy and remorse.
The walls built will keep out the darkness and keep out the light. It
is what's inside that should be feared with your lives....
and you will...
fear. |
