No Room for Hate
I went to a house and walked up to the gate
A man came outside and his name was called Hate
He asked me a question would you like to come in?
I then thought for a moment hate is no kin
He then wanted to know what do you think of me?
I said in reply I still have no need of thee
Hate stood for a moment and began to shake his head
Maybe I'll try and ask for his soul instead
Then he looked around and winked like a troll
What would you accept in exchange for your soul?
I looked at Hate with the blink of an eye
You'll live in this house until the day you die
Hate said my house is large with lots of room
I told him where he lives is filled with doom
He then decided to give up on his quest
And said I will try to persuade another guest
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