Hate, Take Your Rest

Hate, Take Your Rest Hate, take your rest or best, eliminate if you can. And, you can. Your efforts like stinging bees could never please water of life is drowned by your smoldering mastery then all is lost. Hate, are you not weary now? is there a way somehow for love to replace you? she is there, beside you. Your coffin will char then it’s too late to find your way out of the blackness you will scratch and claw for forgiveness. Hate, drain the poison or drink it. whichever you choose, take your final rest.