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Where anger doth tread
Hatred doth breed
Where I lie my head
Is where I lay my darkest seed

So come my little one
Into my forest of denial
Never again will ye see the sun
Your feet nay tread another mile

I am the weaver of dreams
I am the maker of the night
And with hatred that gleems
And my fangs and teeth of might

I will tear you limb from limb

Author Note: Not like any of my other poetry ever before.

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Itachi: You lack power....do you know why?
Sasuke: W-why..?
Itachi: Because you lack it....hatred.


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