Why is it,
that you can find,
hatred in every kind?
...
It's always near,
never a far,
then surround one's heart,
and consumes their soul.
...
The hatred,
will never end,
because there's people,
in this world,
that never forgive.
...
But that's ok,
because they only hate,
cuz their hated,
unloved.
...
Their day shall come,
when they either,
go insane, end up dead or caught up in jail,
why?
for doing something stupid,
something wrong,
for some kind of hatred.
: : end: :
written: 11/15/05
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