It is vile and it is deadly
a venom whose only cure is
someone else's death and to be
fully satisfying to the dead soul
from whose fixated mind this
vapour of death emanates, the
greater the suffering that results as
a consequence of hate wedded to
violence is capable of, the finer its
aim. The corrosive bile, product of this
carefully nurtured toxin so readily
aroused as to shock the mind of
a bystander through its ritualistic
contagion as a vestigial primitive
emotion springs from the subterranean
pit of the holder's subconscious alive
and writhing in fury, a venomous
serpent striking its fangs deep into
the seeping heart of its target
while the hate-monger defines
himself as a blameless victim.
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