Hate,
It's as clear as a sign on an iron gate.
It paints the faces of those who embrace it,
And follows those who don't.
It burns down bridges and severs connections,
Costing those for who you had affection.
It fills the heart and blackens the mind.
Once it takes you, you're hard to find.
Balled up fists,
A world of dark mist,
Living on the edge.
You are consumer by this,
Your ever growing list...
But it's too late for you now,
You've already said your unholy vows.