Hate
Tastes great
when there's blood in your mouth
and you're set ablaze
and friends are egging you on
Hate is like the last bite
of ice cream slit down the side
with a razor blade
We can't say I Hate religion
when compelled to accept a fantasy
We can't say I Hate a philosophy
when our handlers deem it necessary
We can't say I Hate a culture
when we appease violence equally
I would kill for the ones I love
because
they are of value to me. Some
would sell their souls for less
I Hate them.
Hate is not my weapon
it is a defense against death.
I'm not saying Fear
death I'm saying
Educate yourself and then
even in the insurmountable rage
if it so fuels you, make no mistake
You are the One Who Hates
Your legacy remains—
all you choose to destroy
or
all that you create
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