Splintered amongst old books of falsehood,
telling not a soul:
Shattered are our morals and beliefs,
Hell is no different from our heavens.
We kill for not,
we cry for not,
What else matters?
What else is held dear than these selfish hopes?
Permeating life itself
…and combining the elements—of hate and love;
to far gone are we.
Backs turned from the warmth, the light
the love…
eyes forward, burning,
toward hate.
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