Hatred
Where is it that it comes
Such being of heart we love
The tears, even our own we cry in pain
Color, friend,foe, family no matter
Our hatred even in vain we knock down
Our beliefs, our souls, the trigger is pulled
Not just by finger that even words kill
A soul of such good,in the mist of dark
Hatred, another dying soul know not love?
But in itself it lives its own little world
But even in deceit it is just as kind
The people I mean, the mask they wear
Even among their own, love and kindness exist
Their heart's the same as us
Being human to one another is shared
So how is it that good and bad can exist
In one's soul come hatred of a impure heart
Or is it just mankind that is not pure
In their own mind they find evil of doing
In thought,we find hatred just for revenge
But only with heart do we find us
Do we find love for one another
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