Gazan the Destroyer

He is a jealous neighbor’s glance Or the bloodthirsty’s war dance. Or finger pointed at those who don’t belong Hate feeds his hunger like blissful song His drums boom when all is lost His lieutenants collect blood at any cost With axes hewn of human…

Hatred

Hate. Such a vile word. The feelings it derives are guttural. As if I’ve contracted food poisoning. I hate Peaches. Those Fuzzy. Devilish fruits. Hanging Ever so innocently from their trees. Do not believe them. They are liars. Their colours welcoming. Yet their Innards strike a…

hate

HATE A vicious cancer That eats your joy Saps your strength Blinds your sight Takes your mind To Sheol