Juice of Hate

Perhaps the juices of hate The raw mistakes 

going to face 

What did it take 

Is I still exist for the sake?
Of argument, of bargain with 

Hunter of course I am not 

Gathered this juice
Pace of the day 

The rotting grass stains me

Going out on mace

Given that juice place 

In my fifth door of rake

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