For The Loss Of Hatred

I find the flavour of life is lost.

I find the shadows that once gave me peace now stare in hungry accusation.

I have left the holy place of darkness and abide now in the arena of unfamiliar charity.

I find that I am bereft of the anger that gave my hatred meaning.

I find that the rage that defined my presence, now affirms it’s absence.

I find that the purpose of love is hate.

I find that without my hate my love is foolish, for I love hate.

I find myself going to the hangman’s noose.

For in relieving myself of hatred, I relieved myself of life.

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