I am a hate breed.
I function when you hate me.

I am a cold rush.
I awake when you give your cold touch.

I'll dance, I'll sing, and I'll cry
But you won't save me.

I am the monkey.
I sit in my cage, bewildered.

I am everything.
I fail to suffer; I fail to exist.

I danced, I sang, and I cried.
Who dare uses me?

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