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Sep 2013
Still I linger unto death, no meaning,
Still I suffer—even silence has no meaning,
Even still, every evening, when the demons still beguiling,
All my sorrow into anger—anger into hate,


Every moonlit evening, still the same,
When my sorrow plunging into madness,
Madness unto madness with the whims of never ending hate,
Tears has no meaning—all they did was never listen,


Now I knew what they were thinking,
Only hate was in their hearts,
Never understanding how another feels,
When only difference could be seen,


Never minding equals, only difference,
And their anger only from our difference,
No apologies accepted, only hate was counted,
Nothing that would matter,


Therefore I would be,
Another monster they would see,
Another monster they would feel,
As Wrath resembles me,


When they beg for mercy, only vengeance they would see,
No more chances, no more love, as Hate resembles me,
Only ****** in my heart as they have held their hate,
Even Death will not restrain me.
Written by
Geirja Lulu  Canada
(Canada)   
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