The Book of Poems

Hate

Hate is a disease
It leaves us all never pleased
It infects us all
Resulting in us neglecting proper protocol

Hate is like a drug
The feeling of excitement is temporary
It gradually deserts us with a shrug
We are left with regret and we become unwary

Hating is like falling into a burning pit
The more we hate the deeper we delve
This burning pit leave scars of hatred that we don't like to admit

It consumes us till you no longer recognize yourselves
Why the path of the devil?
There is no prize in the corruption of your soul
Your hatred is but a reflection of your insecurities, so be careful
Your hate for others is a reflection of your lack of courage you control

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