Warmth of
Hatred
Evil are
the bitter old men in their dirty dens
Envious
of youth they reflect upon their regrets
Desert is
their curse as they remember their sins
Cast upon
the young called their daughters and sons
They
deserve no sympathy for they murdered empathy
Wretched
anger and arrogant temper their philosophy
As they
die and are dead they’ll be remembered
Filled
with regret is the curse upon their diminishing head
Dust
they’ll become while their hapless scion look on
Their
weakness the strength of a child they spat upon
Hatred of
the gray head where lies and deceit reside
They can
never be forgiven, not even God on their side
Is this
you or are you one of the lucky ones?
Protected
by a mother that energized
For
combating the scourge of the father is your mind
Channeled
toward reason, defeating the evil arrogant kind
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