Hate.
It grows the stomach weak, it claws at your insides, and poisons the thoughts you think.

Hate.
It blackens one's soul, deteriorates the body, and leaves a lifeless void; a hole. You're susceptible.

Hate.
When you hate, hate becomes you and you, hate.

You become nothing more than a living, breathing, sack of flesh-
completely ridden with ill-vibes and bad intent.

Hate.
You're now a sad, lonely, and self-obsessed incubus.
A bottom feeder who preys on the weak, stealing all that's good among the meek-

Hate.
You're a modern-time frankenstein
minus the remorse.

Hate.
Smiles; they're contagious.

But hate;
hate is much worse,
hate devours all that is beautiful, it damages and distorts what otherwise could be clarity. . .