Sickness
Hate is a sickness, I think we can all agree has hindered humanity to reaching the next level of consciousness.
If you do hate, do you even know why you hate? Is it worth it, especially when you yourself are not so spotless with consequence?
Hate is a sickness, that has been passed down generation to generation and at this point has become obsolete.
The more you try to look or act perfect, the more you become incomplete.
The loneliness I see each other's eyes.
The more I see each soul starving and want to cry.
And before you know it, time just flies.
Instead of coming together, we just disintegrate and die.
Hate is a sickness, with the foundations of control, power & greed.
The only way to beat it, is to connect with oneself and others, to break that invisible chain to be properly freed.
Copyright © Rita Lopez | Year Posted 2022
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