Samael Wolf

(I'm not sure when I lived / Indiana)

Hate


hate is the reverse of love
its a tool to hold on to
the unworthy

its the most wasted emotion
for hate is power
but the hated use it also

to keep the scorned close
when the ones that should
be hated go unnoticed

they are the ones
that tool about in mercedes
or porsche, while paying

pennies for goods in china
while their countymen
wonder where their

next meal comes from.
Keeping someone hated
that has done me wrong

is futile
when karma will
bite their asses

all too soon.
Direct your power
direct your hate

make them pay
its never too late.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Edited: Monday, November 01, 2010

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