I came across one I didn't want to meet
This one is easily instigated
And thrives on being hated
Hate is the choice of poison
Hate is what they destroy in
Blinded by Hate
You cannot communicate
Hate has them blind
Love is absent from their mind
Hate tears them apart
Love is absent from their heart
I know this to be true
It was me, not you
I was counterfeit
And a bigger hypocrite
A mess was my life
A life full of strife
Hate is what I planted
Fear is what was granted
Deeper I sank into the dark
Into a Sea with one nasty shark
Weights were on my feet
Proof of my deceit
To the bottom, I sank
My hate I drank
More proof of no goodwill
It made my stomach ill
At the bottom, I awoke
To see death in a hooded cloak
My heart ran chill
Death was ringing up the bill
A price I had no say
A price I could not pay
A punishment that was just
A punishment that was a must
A hand reached out to me
A hand to set me free
Love became a light
It set hate, to flight
Do you know this hand I speak of?
It reaches out in love.
It is a nail-scarred hand.
Sincerely,
David Kitchens, Author
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