Love Vs Hate
A lost soul wanders in the wilderness,
Crushing blades of grass under the swaying bows;
It sets out to seek the venerable truth,
For the destiny that dictates life's ruth.
It scurries down a narrow tread,
Dissects the kingdoms of love and hate;
Laden with wreaths of slaughtered tulip,
Rotten in the torrential bloodshed drip.