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A filthy presence obstructing my veins,

the fanatic exaltation of a negative feeling.

I love to hate, I hate your love.

...and I can't feel affection for people like you.

Consumed verbal roads, projected through our dead lands,

your thoughts - drowned in my tears. A sad premonition.

I love to hate, I hate your love.

...and I can't feel affection for people like you.

Your love is opportunistic, precarious, untruthful.

My hate is stable, irrepressible, aggressive.

I love to hate, I hate your love.

...and I can't feel affection for people like you.