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Hate, is a ponderous thing to carry,
Its fire too passionate to be ignored.
Its consequence on one's heart is scary,
It devastates good things there stored.
Venomous thoughts must be curtailed,
Swept into amnesia from their start.
If permitted to endure, in life we've failed,
For hate will lay waste a loving heart.
Bestow patience, Lord, as we wait,
Examining all other points of view.
In life, no space, to accommodate hate,
And recognize that its because of you.