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Aug 2013
Dark hate has seared within my soul
With rancid smell of burning flesh
A terrible and pitch-black hole
In hatred’s vines, me to enmesh
So I’ll feel trapped forever more
Entangled in a thorny net
Escape to joy, I’ll nevermore
By hate’s infernal dark kismet
Anger within my mind has cut
A rotting wound, a ****, most wide
Shadows to anger’s cell have brought
A lace constricting all inside
I sit alone, e’er so dreading
For letting love flee far from hate
Black morn tomorrow my heading
Away to hell’s infernal fate
And birds of joy and bliss galore
Shall never on the soft air fly
To take me out my prison door
Here with hate, alone I’ll die
Never to heal my injury
For hatred is the death of me….
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013

Just a poem about the dangers of hate
Written by
Gleb Zavlanov
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   Monica Abigail
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