Pray for hearts driven by hate
Bless hearts powered by love
Pray for hearts that grow great
Caress aces and faces on wings of a dove
That fly high to unite folks
Who swim in a sea of contusion
Which confuses rocks and forks
When the promotion of the right disposition
Yields redeemable results compared to discernible division
Which in due season
Performs so poorly its erosion
Washes away valuable values and pales into derision
Driving naive minds into a mistaken assessment
That hideous hatred promotes a saintly status
And lucrative livelihood although such a sentiment
Rewards humankind with nothing but futile fuss
'Brethren, wake up and quit the delusion cocoon
In which you hold yourself prisoner of bitterness
That far from metamorphosing you into a tycoon
Ducks you a quicksand of worthlessness'
The more you hate, the more you suffer
Because targets of bitter emotions
Live free lives in a buoyant buffer
Free of self inflicted sorrows and sanctions
While undue pain and its train of strain
Haunt you day and night
As you find it hard to restrain
Nightmares from inflicting on you a bilious bite.
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