Long Song hate Poems
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Lord,if all nations wanted peace
and fought for different causes alone,
surely tomorrow they'd be freed
from the fear of destruction!
Lord,if adults were like children
and their thoughts were holy,
they would look at purity
with true appreciation!
Lord,if everyone chose peace over hate
and turned to mighty faith
for human compassion and comfort:
they will have a change of heart!
Lord,our world needs more togetherness
and much more understanding to cope;
many are dying,others have no hope...
have we become so blind and heartless?
Lord,if all nations joined hands
and took away the hatred from their eyes,
there would be no need for fear;
everyone would be so happy and free!
Lord,if all nations wanted peace,
and turned hate into kindness...
there would be endless love everywhere;
only then they'll have something to share!
For those of you whom say
I have to much hate in this heart
I don’t hate you with this guilty fever
But I don’t love you either
I don’t hate you with this guilty fever
But I don’t love you either
And yet they tell me things change
But when you look back on it
It all seems strange
Promised to return as one to the manger
Tiptoeing over cement splits
Trying to avoid danger
Reality just dealt you a stiff blow
When evil is near
Christians feel a drift in flow
This is the humor in life
Without stress being detrimental
There’s a little hate in the center of all of us
Being semi-sentimental
My life is portrayed on a conspicuous display
Go ahead and kiss if you may
Shooting for heaven
No way we can miss if we pray
Then again I’m likely to on this day
I was as peaceful and innocent as an old man
Stroking his beard
Just as his time neared
It’s over, It’s over
I hate it when it’s like this
But it’s over, It’s over
I hate it that it’s like this
But it’s over
My success is stress
Whether I see forth fit
My chance to exhibit a new exhibition
Pivoting a broken tradition
My pen and pad
The only utensils to accompany me on this expedition
Put my life in words, day by day
Now in the verdict, you can feel my pain
Gave you tragedy after tragedy
Disaster after triumph, conceal my shame
I’m rushing this book, cause I’ve been sitting here
Coping and pasting material to paper
Scratching my head, when thoughts vanish like vapor
To withstand my span with writing
I put it together like thunder and lightning
Worrying faces, plea bargain hurrying cases
Walking down Forsyth
Got me desperate for that life “Like”
Lost tears as they bury your peers
Another freeway accident
Times like those
We see our seat belts and attempt to fasten it
Shed the possibility
Of becoming dead by not accepting reality
I hate it when it’s like this
But it’s over, it’s over
I hate it when it’s like this
But it’s over, it’s over
I tried to pay her a compliment
But the message came out all wrong
I tried singing my own words of love
But I plagiarized his song
I keep looking into the mirror
But my future doesn’t look much clearer
I’m repeating the mistakes from my past
My enemies all seem to be laughing last
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
I tired to help an old lady across the street
But she hit me with her purse
I try being the best man I can be
But I don’t think I could get much worse
I keep looking into the mirror
But my destination isn’t any nearer
I want to be a big success
But I keep on failing the entrance test
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
I want to give the world all this love I have
But hate keeps stepping into my way
Tomorrow always looks so great to me
But I am stuck in yesterday
I keep looking into the mirror
Objects are larger than they appear
I want to make something of my life
But the Grim Reaper is getting near
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
How can it be … I simply hate being me?
NOTE: Don't read too much into this poem. This is simply a verse that I was singing in my head while taking a shower. If I could write music, you would love the beat.