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Saint Hate
Saint Hate
The day he prayed to Saint Hate
was the day he lost his soul,
spat blood on the pavement,
pissed on the homeless,
broke bones for fun.
The day he prayed to Saint Hate
he surrendered his humanity,
lit a candle to the little god
who sat upon his shoulder
adding weight to the chip.
The day he prayed to Saint Hate
he put on the white hood,
...Friday 20th January 2017 8:28 pm
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