The last of me
Will always be my hatred
Burning heat, freezing cold
It always aches
Hammers smashing against my skull
Knives twisting into my stomach
It hurts
It feels so alive
Burning poisons pumping through my veins
Pressing me to act
To relieve that ache
I will be consumed
Pent up frustration rejuvenating me
Clearing my mind, killing it
It will never fade
My hatred is forever
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