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My Hate, It is rising At an increasing rate, Forever despising. Why do I Feel this way? For I cannot lie, I want it to stay. This world, I hate, For all these years, And as of late Has brought me joyous tears. These feelings Do frighten me so. With all these dealings Where could I go? Corrupted is my very being, Right down to my soul. All I am seeing Is a dark and empty hole.