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Black Candle Talks

I hate it
I hate the way this sounds
I hate the very thought that I
seek a stalemate through darkness found
I hate the way before Me
I hate the way you hide
I hate the way I crave for you
I hate how much I tried
I hate that now, fire is my only friend
I hate it that you stalk Me through the embers
I hate that smoke doesn't make a sound of sentence
That You don't just scream My ear off
For every shared secret we hold foul
I hate the way I love You
Because it seems to Me now, You were expecting something more
I hate that this black magic shit don't work well enough
That the spirits couldn't see My good behind the storm
I hate that perhaps I failed You,
And so I saved this one, worst for last
I hate that I don't hate You at all
And these lyrics
Won't last
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