Hate is a powerful word I never thought Id hear myself say or even admit to
It consumes you, eats away at everything that is you
Powerful enough to kill even the greatest of good soldiers, love and happiness
Great enough to covert everything apart from pain and loneliness
I have entered the realm of hatred and felt it coursing through my veins
Felt it etch away at my thoughts until there resides nothing more but hate and self pity
It is easier to hate than to understand the reasons why evil plays its tricks on the good
Easier to see why you should hate rather than forgive
It consumes less energy to understand and forgive, than to hate an individual
They don't care that what you are harbouring for them is hatred
Youre not hurting then with the words that entangle your heart but will never escape for them to hear.
In effect you are carrying on their work for them
You are continuing to hurt yourself, to punish yourself
Who is it you really hate, them or you?
