Love. The shining light that leads us wandering, wandering through the corridors of Fate's perilous labyrinth.
Time. The never-ending poison that destroys all it allows to create.
Hate. The bitter, old man that sits atop the ruins of the heart, despising all he holds dear.
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Write comment. Nice poem indeed, Rain. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks