This hate that hates the hater
There is no end for my hate.
For it started even before I was born.
And there is no other reason for this hate,
Other than hate itself.
So, now that you know that I hate you.
And all the drops of blood in your vast ocean.
Even that which is my own.
Leave me be.
For, even before I have known this hate.
I know that I have no escape:
This hate also hates the hater.
What is painful is the revelation
That even those who have not caused this hate;
Those who merely shared the same blood,
Are scorn by this hate.
So that I may as well deny my face.
"It’s sad
That your hate,
I could only reciprocate
With hate."
But I worry not.
For sooner or later.
Both you and I
And this hate will rot!
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