Of Hatred Gone

The consequence of hate is all but dust
The recompense of trust is such as grand
I’ll spend my love on those who understand
Intensely call to lust oh yes I must

Defences destined true to aid a plan
I meant to be so new to tune me man
I fend off foes to flow a future just
I mend my woes to sow the seeds of love

And though I know bestowed are means so mad
I show I got the growth no moans can cuss
I’ve fucked it up before to call above
And after many years the tears will half

And beers and cheers will satisfy no more
The dancing was not for me to adore

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