The hate in me is dangerous
So as the love as faded away to any  man
The request for freedom and victory is like the end of a tragic old man dictionary
Stock in a old bar shelf fulled with 1958 bottles
The        hate.     In.       me.       is.        dangerous
The education of the mind is destroyed and my decision is given up
Dark lights as found me hold in a spot
In regards  of joy and happiness
All I really need as been destroyed as the axe hit against the woods by a strong woman full with passion in division of a trees height
Hate        in     me.      is.          dangerous
My body is broken and my baseline mind is without approval
As my mind Walk on  stones covered with roses like a king of England castle walls
My soul speaks out of shames and rejected saying “my happiness is my pain and my pain is the reason for my happiness.
Just as a souls walked round the four scales of the world with half coins in this pocket,
But ,all scales request a full coin in a grips of the other side to relax in  lighten darkness
So false
The emotions of my body couldn’t hear my soul, because
He was just drunk with a 1958 wine called “booths”
Am just wondering on his memories after the wine bottle.