Hate flows through the universe
swirling above the globe,
its victims are its place of rest
when hate performs its probe.
Energy aflame
searches for a base,
vibrations attract this energy,
creates an open space.
Love too is energy
soaring in light and grace,
it too needs a spot to rest,
it seeks a sacred place.
Love and hate can not unite
friction can explode,
conflict can deplete the love,
force love on the road.
Love searches for a human shell
where hate does not exist,
attracted only to the light,
love searches for a mist.
Hates power has grown full bloom
scattering all its seed,
spreading like wild flowers,
from sea to shining sea.
Humanity denies this truth
our precious hate creates,
we points our fingers at our Lord,
and seals our mortal fate.



















i wonder if sin was a tiny pebble of rock how much load would have been gathered in our bag:S and how on earth we would be able to carry it knowing that everyday it will get heavier and heavier


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