Hate is a body of water which quells
Hate is a body of water which swells
Hate is a body of water which dwells within cells
Yes, hate is a body of water.
It writhes in the mind, wanes all to unkind
It floods of their eyes, it fashions the guise
Wear the smile – their song, their truth, their cemented guise
For, hate is a body of water.
It constructs their walls – floods now the halls
Stifles the calls and softens their falls
For hate is a body of water.
For hate is a body of water.
It dries of the flowers – wanes of the hours.
Decries their love – no solace above.
For hate is a body of water.
It speaks with a tongue with scorn in its prose
Hate is a body of water which flows.
Impassable, inscrutable
The sole thing that proves indestructible
All shall be culled, and all shall be pulled
Toward the current of their rue
Beneath the surface of the baneful blue
Hate is a body of water.
Yes, hate is a body of water.
It drowns of the men, so stoic are they
Grants them mere misery, when once they were gay
Hate is a body of water.
Hate is a body of water which flows, impassable, immovable
No bounds it knows
Soothe it, move it
Fall for the allure of its prose
For of you, in body, in mind, it already knows
Yes, hate is a body of water.
O, hate is a body of water.
There once was a man who faced the flood
He waded waist high toward the depths of the mud
A bucket in hand, a scythe in the other
Lost in name, ‘cept to his brother.
So to him it goes, now one in the same
Paired they are
For hate, O hate is a body of water.
Unable to rise from his infernal mire
So in flesh he walks toward his funeral pyre
What use is a will when broken and bruised
What use is the soul when beaten – abused?
The dam you forge – shall its will only falter?
You may hold the tide – but of its movement not alter
It imbues all from kin to another
Hate, O hate is a body of water.
Hate, O hate is a body of water.
It’ll take of your son, it’ll take of your daughter.
With the will of hate It’ll wash them to slaughter
Yes, hate, O hate, is a body of water.
May the current evade?
Or is their fate now made?
For hate is a body of water which flows
Hate is a body of water which follows.
And as it disperses, it curses, now laughing at you.
As white wanes to the solemn, unbendable blue.
A reflection forgotten – a soul misbegotten, as desire is now like the figure that floats – bloodied and rotting.
For hate wanes all joy to chores to the brittle bones – through flesh it gnaws.
Its depths which stifle the screams a-suffered
The thoughts of rue, through blue, the hue, those always remain. A thimble is filled with the oncoming rain.
A modicum of love is erased too – with pain.
And pity the man who hides of this shame.
Pity the man who hides of this shame
Boorish, brash, alone in life
Architect of suffering, isolated in strife
Hate, O hate is a body of water
Yes, hate is a body of water.
Yet it was neither love nor anger which eroded the man
Though neither was evident as I followed his plan.
With footsteps in the sand that lead to the shore
With ashen eyed conviction there was nary a detour
Toward it he wades with revulsion in heart the current ebbs forth – returns to its start.
How cold must it feel when knee high in the flood?
Have I missed something? Is the flaw so blatant? Have I misunderstood?
Is it the maw that flows from father to son?
Hate, O hate is the cane which rends the heart dumb.
Akin to him I awaken in shivers, what is it that laps?
The mind, it staves off the waves, though they shall never retract, nay, rather, they enact the poison – the lesion which forms.
From father to son – he who is bound by blood inherits the scorn.
And as my child envisioned – not yet born
Shall he too be eroded? shall he too be worn?
It is not a reality that I could ever face, is the deed of a generous soul to vanish without trace?
I wish not to imbue another with thy tide and so to the flow of thy hate – I shall always abide.
Lest no birthed son be cursed to the waters, the waters, the waters that slaughter
For hate inherits my unspoken prose
It is the devil lurking ‘tween the silent rows
And though above the surface I shall drown with a smile
Know that in these eyes dwells only denial.
There is null to inherit ‘cept my derelict throne and the halls of thine solace which wind through this dome.
Behind each door a current swells, ‘fore it there ties a tongue that refuses to tell.
Those servants of my mind most dour, are the blockades to joy, o joy, the unobtainable power. I am Icarus – I wane with the hour
Even as it looms high – this tower, with stone of midnight – fuelled by zealotry’s delight.
Inside is a soul of vacuum forlorn, praying, all shall be just ‘alright’.
Let me fall through the rapids now bruised and broken. I was too weary ensuring no grumble was spoken, silence shall befall me eternally you have my word, O can’t you see?
That in the flow of hate that lurks, that waits there the silent shall pitch his stake. This is my truth – for I have far better lies I am still yet to make.
Hate disperses, through verses, always flowing, forever flowing, flowing, flowing on out.
Dispersing and washing anew
Omnipotent, eternal, infernal in will
Omnipotent, eternal, infernal in will.
Shattered reflections, slither silently softly freed of detection
In those waters below me I see no future for you
My child, unborn, lest you not drown in my rue.
Our hate is flowing, flowing, flowing. On. Out.
Flowing, O flowing, flowing. On. Out.