Extreme Hate
"It Festers in the Silence, a Venomous Seed"
In the depths where shadows coil and writhe,
Lies a hate that consumes, relentless and alive.
Becoming a torrent of malice and greed.
With each whispered curse, it grows in might,
A darkness unyielding, a bitter cold,
Where empathy withers, and mercy is sold.
It breeds in echoes of past wounds and slights,
In its grip, compassion becomes a myth,
As bitterness seeps through every rift.
But in the tempest of hate's savage storm,
A flicker of humanity may yet transform.
For love, even in its absence, holds a sway,
To soften hearts and pave a gentler way.
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Isra
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