Hate Purified into Barbed Wire through a Baseball Bat {old}

Hate Purified into Barbed Wire through a Baseball Bat
by xAshRx

There isn't enough dirt on this Earth to bury my enemies
There isn't enough blood in their veins to satiate me
There still aren't enough of you to hate me
You could pave the street with their grounded bones
And the net the sky with their skin
And it still will not satisfy me
I need to see death bloom in fungal pluriform
I need to see the concept of hope mourn
All the suffering in the world
The only thing I want for is more

Author's Note

Old poem but criticize all the same