Hate is scathing lust
Nesting woven shields at pass
Coming from the self-relief
Angry walls achieve
Snare awaits to play the dice
I grind and then I pay the price
But when I crave and then I stride
The world collapse before my eyes
And thickets tighten up the child
And then I hit but I can`t hide
The verdict aims to take my time
The prophet summons to defy
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