Hate

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This blood on my hands is never ending

Rivulets run to rivers on the floor

My tears mix in, salty water and salty blood blending

As I stand upon the shore

Ocean waves of pink hate

My own and that of others

Crash upon the sand

And it would be fate

For me to die of what I've lived by

Hate

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