Hate

This is how i feel at the moment of time, now.

words, it is just a word that falls on the tongue
easily, trash
the devil plays with his matches as you watch in agony
Jesus sitting on the right, left, i forgot,
but the devil laughs, his own game, won by millions
the last laugh
hate infused, hate criminal
the mind of a bee, sting sting.
I feel the solemn feeling of gass building inside of me
my hands tend to shake
my hands tend to choke
death
tears are weak, shows strength
kill the slow, kill the tall
grip around the hand
but don't leave me
don't.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I like the ending, emotion is in this poem.

[EMF]

Marvelous rant, but ever better write. One day someone will say to you, when you say you're a writer, 'Why don't you get a proper job?'. You just proved you have. This? A proper job

[Pratik]

Nice write... i like the way you have included the aspect of God and evil.. hate is truly that extreme feeling, that other end of the spectrum that alienates one from God... nicely penned down :)