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In the quest of life sublime
there are mountain one must climb

something dwells inside of thee
a growing amount of hostility

anger is growing day by day
regardless of the prayers one prays

like two grinding tectonic plates
one is love, the other is hate

as plates slowly grind away
price of hate, love must pay

like a beautiful exotic dance
hate is held in dark romance

like a lone mountain flower
love shall hold mystic power

two sides of a single face
only one can rule this place

off to hell fallen angels go
Is this the fate of one's soul?

is the meaning of this rhyme?
bound by the hands of time

for all to hear and all to see
love and hate each dwell in thee

with both have their goal
just wonder,
which shall win the soul

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