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The Audacity of Hate: A True Story

Like, so on & so forth
Of course
Hate has, and will always, go on
In the wake of, Love's tragic mistake
He, feeling all alone, inexplicably needing to create
Thinking...
Seeing himself, believing...
"God! I AM boring"
Exploring possibilities, then, seeking a mate
And as fate would have it
Lo and behold, the introduction of Hate
Just now awake, and already feeling entitled
But going about it the wrong way
Undeserving, though, made to feel wanted
Hate never appreciated being born from Grace
See, Hate, went instantaneously crazy
Having not yet learned...Her place
Yes, I imagine Hate, being similar to some ladies
Unable to be thankful, for just being called
A perfect little angel, 'til she perceived flaws
Saw what was available, and wanted it ALL
The ambitious behaviors, that she savored, to rise above her Creator...Her Omnipotent Savior
Was no doubt, the cause, of her fall
Below the worse in human nature
Hate was powerful, although extremely insecure
Not weak, by any means...But, Hate didn't feel strong
Mad...No, pissed off, that she didn't possess, the requisite strength, to lift the incalculable weight...of God
Refusing to pause...If only for a moment, to gather her thoughts
Not satisfied with riding along, Hate wanted to drive Love's big fancy car
His brand new whip?!
And you know the response
"Hell naw! You don't even have your license...Let alone, a permit!"
You would think that would've made Hate quit
But did it?!...Not at all!
Hate just became a Bitch!
Spoiled & rotten to the core
Formulating conniving tricks, just to get what she wants
She hid.
Sullen, withdrawn...Despondent and poisoned from within
A poor adolescent kid, striving to be nothing more than a full grown, bipolar woman
Instead, transformed, in to a strange cryptozoological something
Unbecoming, with excessively hairy forearms, yet she claims to be a model
Now she's more like a monster
Half eaten away...The other half decayed
While Hate eats cheesecake, stuck in decadence stupor
Pecking away on computers, accepting suitors...Like they're friend requests
Hate got blessed!
But would only accept, the curse, that she was use to
Square rooms, with no windows
On bended knee, deep in one corner
Eyes rolled in the back of her head trying to see something
That doesn't exist
Happiness...for her, or who she's with
Don't believe the myth!
That Love can conquer Hate
When in reality, they just want to date
And see each other on the side
Me!
And the loathsome, feminine ill-will, in stride
Walking side-by-side
But we ain't never together
For worse...Or, for better
Love & Hate, will both remain, unequal & separate
While one is right here, one is on another level
For the Love of God, and the Hate of the Devil
Let them revel where they are
Until the truth sets them both free...
~disDain~