Hatred
Divine
When the
dark melancholy decides, you hide
Its
wicked embrace is god’s backhand disgrace
How it
selects has nothing to do with neglect
Just that
evil injustice called whimsical hate
It’s
triggered by the curse of the mind brake
Instilled
during times when you’re not safe
When
life’s pathways are climbed barefoot to be scarred
Hatred
for the patriarchy that always threatens and mars
Regret’s
for the weak as their minds are unsure
Mine is
only for the women I missed when I could have lured
Luxurious
lithesome bodies of love to mount
In the
end its far better that any treasures to count
Let me
play until my fingers bleed at least reality
Power of
the hatred divine in heavy sounds destroying superficiality
Deafening
the fake and shattering their tranquility
Their fat
fed children overprotected in smugness from rapacity
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