Once upon a time I thought a word
It flew out of my head as if on wings
But the word did not say bird
The word did not say anything
The word came out of my mouth
Like water in a cave
And that's when I knew
It stabbed me like a stave
It had no meaning but it hurt so much
The word was hate
And the feeling was touch
The feeling like hooks
Pulling in your skin
Fishing for something
With an evil manic grin
On hate it feeds
And dislike it thrives
It's a parasite
Without any eyes
It craves the anger and the blood rush to your head
But one day it hopes to take over when your dead
Its a zombie and it will take
All you own
For the devils sake
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