A Visitation to my Hate

I do not know what to ask for when love comes to me
But, I wish I knew a way to make hate to go away.
I have seen more things from the wake of hate.
I have a song that recaptures me into its deepest realm.
It is a shrine for genocide resides with creative memories linger
But, a special love was there chained to a wall like Prometheus was on a shoreline.
The images might all be created all in my head
But, the pictures of the site spoke more than a thousand words to me.
There were only two sets of words that were recited over more than once.
The stronger words were “Remember me” with a tune that could bring me back home.
They did not sing in a duet together
But, the tune was used to give it as a key for the other words to sing.
The other set word was in plea to give that I promise with the words “Never forget.”
Once I agreed to their demand,
They tried to remove the blood off of my hands of hatred
Their voice sounded more like greed plea at hope’s edge of reasoning.
They set me free as that love was freed as Hercules freed Prometheus.
I am not completely free since they set the song free too.
It just happens that there is always someone makes a request for the song.
They do not mean it to out of spite for maybe it is one of their love songs
Or, it rekindles a more positive sign for them to hear it.
I do not see how since its about another bad man
But, his reign of terror was only for one darn town.