Love Will Win

Hate is like weed in the worlds valley

The sunshine in the valley turns to grey

Flowers think it's like the grand finale

The darkness will blow the flowers away

For hate is like a posion to our veins

It takes away the things we love and then

The posion seeps into our helpless brains

If hate is but a cage we're in

Then love is but the key we need to leave

For love is like a weed killer to hate

Love is something that we need to achive

We love until the hate begins to break

If love is but a color of a dove

Then purest hate will die from purest love.






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