What Hate Allows me
Hate comforts me
when I am sad
Hate enlightens me
When I'm in doubt
And when I'm down
Hate helps me (penetrate)
the atmosphere
it gives me asylum
and sanctuary
when life is cold
and unwelcoming
When I get down
it lifts me back up
Hate gives me strength
when I am weak
What hate allows me
is secondary
or is primary?
When I request asylum
hate gives me sanctuary
Life, where none exist
Hate gives me breathing room
I can see clearer now
because of hate
and when its foggy
hates a foghorn
or powerful headlights
February 6, 2008
February 4, 2008
Rome really is quite intriguing and its exciting to be considered the modern incarnation of Rome. It fuels my identity the way I want it, with gladiators, swift murder, bloodshed, conquering hate, etc. I am attracted to the old days of chivalry, non-anynomous duties, building and maintaining an empire. Empire is the title I prefer for this country, cause that is what we are.
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