I cannot help but hate
I worry
Try as I might the birds in the sky
I can never fly
Feather
No succor
Not the wings I dream nor hands from above

I hate
The will
Not man, action or deed from red eyes
Glaring from datkness
Fingers manipulating strings
puppets
Morbid lie
Stories to be told with no hint of glory

I hate
In shade
The heart of a man beating
Searching as ever
Rooftops and raindrops
The sound of emptiness

Inside a sphere of defiance

There are machinations we may never truly understand
But
We should never underestimate

I hate

I love
For love
That is the only thing that could ever save us