Hatred consumes the soul of many,
becoming a way of life, within
every breath they take.
Spitting nails to only miss the target,
then the hatred and anger grows
stronger at failure.
No peace to be found and no matter
what one does, clinging to the anger
and bitterness is sweet music
to their soul.
Thriving on anger and hate, bitter
to the core, happy with this
life, the one they hold tightly to,
trying to spread the disease to others.
This disease held tightly in their reins,
like a drug, fulfilling their veins. No help
for those that won't accept it, just living
happily evil, in their dungeon of a mind.
To release the hate would be the end,
so connected to it, their closest
friend. Hate and anger, such a bitter
taste for us all.
Run from this disease, for your life it will
consume! Spat at others with the devil's
forked tongue, but remember, words are
just words, but from the carrier you
must run!
Penny
2-26-08
Copyright © 2008~ Poetry by Penny
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