The Poison of Hate

Hate is a poison,
a disease with no cure.
It has a reason,
but leaves us unpure.

It slowly pushes us,
towards things we shouldn't do.
Murder and such,
the feeling is not new.

The fear we feel is death,
and wastes our lives.
We feel it 'til our last breath,
fighting to survive.

We fear murder,
but people die falling down stairs.
You try to protect her,
but she suffocates in fears.

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poem by Everlasting Nightmare
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