For Hate and Hell

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Crimson stains of earthly soil
Pots of hatred start to boil

Complex minds refuse to kneel
Unlike dogs who will to heel

Screams of pain in hollow ears
Death take you beyond your years

Fire is a friendly thing
Heat wears crowns like kindly kings

Pills and blades that kiss your wrist
Roofs or ropes and goodbye lists

Hearts turn black
And iron cold
No one does what they are told

You can't escape the reapers arms
And poison holds a certain charm

Blackness leads to calming bliss
The sun will rise
But none will miss

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