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Fear My Hatred

Bleak Crowd

Faces - hidden faces,
be sure - no one hears your cries.
I was born in times of hatred,
moments - hours regret lies.


My insane hate inside is growing.
No regression [I foresee].
Fear breeds in your scent of dying.
Fear - my hatred is your destiny.


Silence whispers now in thousand voices.
As you're crawling - as you're falling.
Farewell of life the only choice is.
A horrid dimension for you openes to drown in.








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