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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I hate the essence of you Killing I shall not do I will have babies a many Teaching them my hate Tutor them to swing the sword You shall be beheaded Bloody and red Better of dead Soon to be I will stare into your begging eyes As you gasp a last breath I shall spit upon your fears Whispering see me? I see you die Feel my hate, the hotness of hell upon you Your deadness I shall kick into the desert sand There, people shall see your suffering and loss As we dance in joy, hate is our fiesta, our raison d’etre We love, we love to hate, if feeds us like black cancer Now maybe your tribe shall return You shall seek justice Punishment You wish to prevent my hate, the bloodshed abate Go ahead try Kill my babies All of them I shall make more, many more My lust for hate shall create more human venom I will fill them with the wine of my bitterness Eternity shall be the circle... bête noir Killing and suffering Let all the babies die Mine and yours I must win, and taunt you Hatred shall burn open the gates of hell One day.my dream was shattered You tossed a bouquet of flowers At my Child's feet He looked me in the eye The sword passed through my soul In shock and disbelief As blood fed my grave My hate faded My life faded My dreams died Nothing mattered any more My child lifted his sword With his tongue he licked my blood Tears became a monsoon, drowning his heart He fell to my breast, and murmured Dear parent The hate must stop I one day will dream of a child Whom I promise you dear parent I shall love him far more Than I hate my enemy I love you
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