My hatred is like a centurion
It leads my thoughts to battle
Blocks all arrows of rationality
Deceives me with weak reason
If reason be the centurion's horse
Then hatred shall plague my feet with bigotry
And spite me with unreason
For my hatred has no counsellor but anger
My hatred is like an army of vultures
It feeds on my defected character
Sucks all thoughts of peace
And only seeks my vanity to appease
Then if love be the vulture’s heart
Then my hatred shall prowl on in it with fear forevermo
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