Hate in the clouds
Do I hate your guns?
Where's love?
The words look for their destiny in the clouds.
The phrases of hate spoken by the blind
Steel fingers touch dead children.
Who isn't dead?
To love the old orders of the waking.
At night the sanes leave remain the dead.
Hate in the clouds.
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