Hate makes me want to revenge your death.
Hate makes me want to run a sword through his heart.
Hate makes me want to kill him.
But it's my love for you
that makes me bend over your warm, bleeding body
and pick up your sword.
It's my love for you
that makes me want to protect
all the other lovers of this world.
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