Hate In The Clouds

Anax

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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.