There is still hate in my heart for this wretch,
A hate that looms, like the string that hangs the men who ran.
But more akin to a rope, thicker than blood, unable to stretch.
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There is still hate in my heart for this wretch,
A hate that looms, like the string that hangs the men who ran.
But more akin to a rope, thicker than blood, unable to stretch.