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HATE


HATE When I look at you Its the heavens at war Angels struck by demons swords See the devil cloak in black My nightmares coming real Please don't hurt me With the sharp flying Edges of your words Its a knife turn in my flesh I'd seen monsters making Their attack in my sleep I don't want to be one of Those with the weak faith I see your love as a duty And you must love me I'm breaking through The cell you cave me in To crash and burned Your hurting memories And things you do to me To hurt my pride The thorns in your garden Bleed flowers red I read all the signs And look your vultures In a shard of glass I'm hanging on your loose rope Thats about to slip and fall I smell anger in your breath Catch your bruises on my skin I'm a breakable heaven With no where to run All my mouth could say You must not hate me You must love me And that moment fail to exist ©Nature Boy
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