There came a knock at my door
It's always hard to not answer
You never know what might be missed
This day hate came to visit
As I opened the door he entered
He failed to wipe his feet
What good would that have done
He cared not who he encountered
It was now too late
I had already seen him
I saw him for what he was
Learned from him
His seed had been planted within me
If I were to water that seed
It would germinate
More hate would grow
Before I pass through the door
There is one thing I must remember
Wipe my feet
Before I leave
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