Hate Fate
My love, my love, thou look into fate
When thou peer in me and stamp thy hate
Indignation, wrath, thy truly ire
And bale with pain in a pale of fire
Hate Kills! The thing that hates
Its powers to act, it entices, it baits!
It's thy hate thou refine, thy hate thou define
Limiting thyself, to hates straight line.
In thy hateful look, mine love still grows
By my love, thine hate shows
That love you did once
But thou killed with hate and walked the path
Of hate's only fate.
Her hate dies…. My hate dies…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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