*******new Book Of Hate*********** Poem by nic Leisure

*******new Book Of Hate***********

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These things I say
These things I write
They'll end up in the new book of hate
For i always seen it as it was to late
For a new life to start
That cast out for a restless night
For my soul has been told
For i lost this contorl of warmth
Of what i had in sight
At last there was a Light
For the eyes of the bright
But to the slightly to the right
I was compared to be unlike
For these things I say
For these things I write
Was in the state of the dead mind-
Of mine

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