Honey Maid
slow and withstanding
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Hate, I'll give you hate
Aren't we the same? Hold out your mirror.
Apes, army the weak, caught in the wake.
Holy impressionist.
Tapped, covered working hands;
everything stops you look surprised!
You're, first to admit, the last one well get
And the last one to bother.
Hate, out of your hate!
All made the same I'll haunt your mirror...