HATRED: by His Grayness:

Oh dark hatred
Why doeth thee convene
Thy court with such violent bias
Upon the white cloth of our love?
What misery confounds thee?
With such venom of fear?
That strikes your heart with angst
How doest thou amass such energy
To gather clouds of angry will
That spit the sour rains of vengeance
Upon our blossoms of hope and love
What minds birth the demons of your pride?
To carry you upon blood soaked chariots
Through muddy fields of pain and sorrow
Know thee now your power may be bold
But you live in a house of mirrors
And your energy comes back upon you
To fuel the death of your very origin
To exhaust the fire of your own being
To shame you for the heart of your purpose
To mark you as a sinner without salvation
For thee cometh neither from God nor it's light
But from the rotten bowels of dead spirits
Creating excrement to fertilize the devil's own garden
Be gone, you scum upon the windows of salvation
And leave us to know only joy and mirrors of love
And never ending lives of GRATITUDE for missing you!