Hate.
It slowly seeps in your soul and slithers its way out to reach those you venerate,
How is it that love is haste in replacing itself with hate?
How is it that love desires effort and demands infinitude of time?
Yet Hate,
only warrants a moment to pass through,
then annihilating traces of reminiscence,
demolishing the sweet remembrance of infinite escapades.
'Love conquers all' they say,
How is it so when it's an affirmation of illusion on idealism,
Absolute truth apprises that Hate persists to be victorious in this wicked existence.
Edited by: Najah Shaiful
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