Standing fast against the tide,
Hatred pulls me deep inside.
Under ebbs and under brows -
This dark emotion I arouse.
Abberations of my soul
Force me deep in hatred's hole.
Floating up and spreading out -
Patron of an evil route.
Holding on to tiger tails
Pounding, pounding, pounding nails
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