Hatred blooms amongst fire and brimstone
It looks around seeking a way out of Hell
A way is found up and up it travels toward a new home
Out it emerges free yet alone
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This is very good...Your methaphor is teriffic... I hope the hatred won't stay in your heart too long and you'll feel happy again :)
Something about hatred blooming, using hatred and the language of flowers in juxtaposition gets my thoughts flowing, a stiff look at hatred, well-written and enjoyable.