BY SECHABA LYRICAL BACTERIA
Hatred be a train travelling on a rail without lubrication
If you travel in it, you loose your sense of being plus common sense
Before its abusive lips kiss the lips of its final destination
You live life constrained by conditions
Like a prisoner released on probation
Soak your heart in ice-blocks of retaliation
Such that the moon dances with the sun
Your world turns upside-down
As your self-inflicted misery rapes you all night(s) long
Impregnates you with brutal brutality of your home-brewed bitterness
You Gain Nothing by Hating People
©Sechaba Keketsi
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