My hatred wasting on pity lives.
Ranting and raving not my release
Nor my choice to express sympathy
For those who steal with knives
Pointing deep in your back.
Vehemence they spew deceit
With a fake smile before their attack.
If everything was zen then I have none.
While they bastardize and cheat
Whats left of honest souls who strive.
Their own hate shouldn't consume
Who I am, for they, the lost lack
Heart of achieving vivacity of the conscience.
In the eyes of this world I bloom.
Let hatred taint their souls to void.
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