Hate is bait for the devil, love is the gate to god — Benny Bellamacina, Philosophical Uplifting Quotes and Poems
Hate is bait for the devil, love is the gate to god — Benny Bellamacina, Philosophical Uplifting Quotes and Poems
Hate is bait for the devil, love is the gate to god — Benny Bellamacina, Philosophical Uplifting Quotes and Poems
Hate is bait for the devil, love is the gate to god — Benny Bellamacina, Philosophical Uplifting Quotes and Poems
Hate is bait for the devil, love is the gate to god — Benny Bellamacina, Philosophical Uplifting Quotes and Poems
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Hate is bait for the devil, love is the gate to god

— Benny Bellamacina, Philosophical Uplifting Quotes and Poems
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