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Dangerous
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Hate Speech Desicration is all i see in your future,
Since you've dug your own path,
You must walk down it alone
Without me
What a shame this isn't,
That you have once again gone
And ruined that which cared.
So let's step back,
Look at this
Objectively;
You're a drunk, wine is the taste
You aren't a mother:
You have to actually love,
And help your children for.that
Quiert possibly you are nothing more than a serpent,
Surely you try to bite as one,
Though fear not,
I've got a machete,
And damn good aim, too.
