Words of hate destroy the
souls of those who speak them,
Listen…
Do they really help bring final
separation, severance from life,
from truth, has but One reality,
one certainty…
Isolation…
On the dreamscapes of time,
chosen paths encounter many
illusions; look intently into the
pitch-black pool of life.
Try to see beyond that which is
touchable, is disillusion the fear.
Jagged words of hate are born
in the beastly nightmares of life.
They are broken remnants of our
inter-selves and the mind will deny
the images of what it will see or hear.
Those words of hate have reached
their destination and have destroyed
the soul intended now in isolation,
so let this be hates final separation.
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