To Hate Destroys Being

Dead feelings never touching you, Killing in the name of father satan. This uncreator who embraces agony, Followers drowning in his infliction. Their minds burning as they approach his unparadise, Murder being their magic carpet ride to his inferno. Yet still seeing glory within his unkempt eyes, This magistrate of dreams now their eternal nightmare. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn