The Darker Side of Poetry
Hate on a Plate
Hate on a plate
Going cold it's too late
Stoke up the fire
Warm it up it tastes great
Swallow it forcefully down
Love becomes sick and coloured brown
Full up in its gut
Now stuck in its glut
Hate on a plate
I think it's too late
Going cold it's too late
Stoke up the fire
Warm it up it tastes great
Swallow it forcefully down
Love becomes sick and coloured brown
Full up in its gut
Now stuck in its glut
Hate on a plate
I think it's too late
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Hate on a Plate
Hate on a Plate