the most beautiful word ever spoken
Paradoxical in a way, but it remains unbroken
More sacred than love, it’s a wicked emotion
The calls for more devotion
Each day you love; you give, you grow
Each day you hate; you die so slow
They say the word itself is strong
The air of it resonates, a powerful gong
It spreads like the rancid butter across your burnt crumbling toast
It infects us all, parasitic, you’re merely the host
The hatred I write of is not petty or inane
It’s hatred for humanitythat is driving me insane
It’s not a snap decision or an instant reaction
True hate is not snide or meant for satisfaction
If true love is pain
Then true hate is the same
Fall in love with a soul
Slip in hate with the whole
The whole, of course, being the ignorant
But we are the hated, we are different
We will be hated because they cannot comprehend
The sheer utterance of that word can prime the end
So to all those who have been hated, berated the same
To all who have been hurt, shunned, caused pain:
I love you
And I dare you to speak those words to any that curse your name
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