HATE Seething from my heart, A black liquid death Courses through my veins And steals away my breath. It's a glaze over my eyes, A scream trapped in my head, It's the gash, the open sore From which the first man bled. The devil's greatest masterpiece, A blemish on the soul, Manipulating, mind numbing, And so hard to control. The purest of emotions, The axis of the earth, A cycle of pain that follows me From birth to death to birth. Can these evils be undone, Can they be erased? And if our world was free of sin Would we recognize that place?

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