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Consumed with hate and misery, you crash and burn like fighter jet.
As I dwell in the house of love, I rise above like a rocket. Yeah, I'm high like a satellite and you're too low, missed your flight. Grab your shades, I'm too bright. Your lights out, like the night. |
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Cool write.
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Totage, I know poetry expresses our feelings at the time. I just find this is a strange poem if you are 'trully in the house of love.' Love does not delight in evil. May God bless you my brother.
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Not a delight in evil at all.
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Consumed with hate and misery, you crash and burn like fighter jet. As I dwell in the house of love, I rise above like a rocket. Yeah, I'm high like a satellite and you're too low, missed your flight. Grab your shades, I'm too bright. Your lights out, like the night. What I read....Hate does not beget hate...Very nice Totage... ![]() |
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Interesting play with words
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