Treasure Island

Adryan Rotica


So Much Hate


so much hate
so much hate
when did there become
so much hate?

I seem to remember
a time when
they said there was
a fine line between
love and hate

now,
so much hate
so much hate
when did there become
so much hate?

a time......
long time ago
when there was
a heaven
and an earth,
the sky opened up
and we were star struck

now,
so much hate
so much hate
between
love and hate?

when did this come
into our world,
when did this come?

when did this come
into our world,
when did this come?

''to err is human, forgiveness is devine''

Submitted: Monday, May 08, 2006
Edited: Thursday, July 22, 2010
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