HATE
Wednesday, 12. March 2008, 04:10:41
HATE
Hate will make you bitter
from the inside, out
Hate will make you whither
for all the lies you spout
Hate that once your friend
will bring you to your knees bitter end
Hate will become your enemy
for all of your complacancy
so quickly remove the garment
let your heart breath the light
remove the darken sackcloth
and let the evil flee from sight
HATE, HATE, HATE,
I hate, wicked tongue of evil state
HATE, HATE, HATE
I hate, you with a vegence
that my wickered heart remorses not
and my hate I cannot relent for I despise
all you stand for - for I am nothing like you.
My wickered tongue will not relent
till my appetite is satieted in your demise
and though I spout as truth, fools will believe my lies
fool the wicked woman of hate
did not see the end of coming
and her one true friend of truth
did not raise a finger to yield
loves saving grace
and so the friend standing at Heavens door
began to sob the silent sobs
they soon began a streaming roar
as this frightened soul realises
that hate was not a friend
Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2008
FOOTNOTE: This piece was written after witnessing
a severe spate of trolling and harrassing - I have never
witnessed such unrepentant hate so rampant as others
joined the bandwagon. And not one of her friends
tried to reign her in whilst yet others gladly joined in.
A true friend will not let their friend hate so
turning a blind eye but with compassion and conviction
let the friend know they have gone astray...
Hate will make you bitter
from the inside, out
Hate will make you whither
for all the lies you spout
Hate that once your friend
will bring you to your knees bitter end
Hate will become your enemy
for all of your complacancy
so quickly remove the garment
let your heart breath the light
remove the darken sackcloth
and let the evil flee from sight
HATE, HATE, HATE,
I hate, wicked tongue of evil state
HATE, HATE, HATE
I hate, you with a vegence
that my wickered heart remorses not
and my hate I cannot relent for I despise
all you stand for - for I am nothing like you.
My wickered tongue will not relent
till my appetite is satieted in your demise
and though I spout as truth, fools will believe my lies
fool the wicked woman of hate
did not see the end of coming
and her one true friend of truth
did not raise a finger to yield
loves saving grace
and so the friend standing at Heavens door
began to sob the silent sobs
they soon began a streaming roar
as this frightened soul realises
that hate was not a friend
Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2008
FOOTNOTE: This piece was written after witnessing
a severe spate of trolling and harrassing - I have never
witnessed such unrepentant hate so rampant as others
joined the bandwagon. And not one of her friends
tried to reign her in whilst yet others gladly joined in.
A true friend will not let their friend hate so
turning a blind eye but with compassion and conviction
let the friend know they have gone astray...
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