It keeps me warm
Though it is a soul’s
Consuming life storm
Controlling choice and action
To illicit intentionally with malice
A desired reaction

The thoughts of revenge
Quicken my blood
Perhaps only by myself
Clearly understood

Prompted by pseudo ****** in dreams
Forced to rise from my bed
Visions of death
Float wildly in my head
Hate
It keeps me warm

These embers of emotion
Burning coals
Glowing red and orange
Radiate from a warm  heart
Transformed into sour wood

I am the billows
With searing burning words
Fanning the flames
Until what I despise
Shall be no more
Hate
It keeps me warm

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