Frozen Hearts. (30 sec)
1. Shadowy form, where discord thrives, grudge-keeper, "victory" that pricks and dives.
2. Hate's whisper fuels its toxic vine, disgust and scorn, a dark design.
3. It craves to wound, leave scars behind, a twisted mirror, judgment blind.
4. Biases whisper hearts grow cold, a twisted tale, never untold.
5. Beware the shade, its poisoned dart, for hate's dark touch consumes the heart.
#thinkgod
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.
I love you.
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