Hate is a vile beast Which lies dormant deep inside. It comes to life famished and proceeds to feast Upon the soul. . . . which it devoures with pride. It gobbles decencey and reason. Unless controlled, it will totally consume The host upon which it has commited treason And leave an empty shell to be exhumed.
Reason for writing:
A need to express my feelings and find out if others felt the same.
Birth sign: Not entered
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