Forgiven

An awful man.
An awful life.
A day or two until an end to his strife.
He hated me and others alike
For no reason at all.

Many only wish to witness his fall
Into the pits of hell.
Yet on his new journey all I want is to wish him well.

His mind was clouded with hate and fear.
His actions spoke volumes that only bigots could hear.
Most of his friends and family won't even shed a single tear
After he's gone.

Many say he's the devil's spawn.

I know not him
But only of him
For his words have travelled miles even when he has remained still
And sadly enough, his words have even killed.

He was a man of hate,
Let us not forget that fact.
But is it ever too late to change your path?

Hope is a rare gem these days
But I hope he soon sees the error of his ways.

I do not agree with him or his hate speech
Or of the evil that he chose to preach.
But I do believe that him as well as all humans deserve forgiveness.

And here I shall take my own advice and bare witness
As another soul leaves a wasted life behind.

I wish you could have done something better with your time.
Although you have damned me to hell and cursed me for loving me for being myself,
I forgive you, Fred Phelps.