Hatred is a desperate, needy thing

Bailey Rafter


Hatred is a desperate, needy thing 

Old as time itself 

Bitter sweet and intimate 

As gentle as a lover’s kiss upon your cheek 

As hard as the floor as you sink down in despair 

It holds you close, coddling you to It’s bosom 

like a mother protecting her child 

filling you with purpose and fervor 

you rise up, duality is your new nature 

As cold as the first frost 

And blazing, hot as the sun 

you rain down your passion 

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