Reba Marsh - Hate

Aworld filled with hate,
Who cares at any rate,
A world with no fate,

Nothing can wait,
Bullets shoot so straight,

The worlds worst trait,
People in their worst state,

No one can concentrate,
Nothing left to create,

Every thing seems to agitate,
No one can relate

Reba Marsh

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