So was sought
and so was wasted.
Wasted in a constant
stream
and a constant strobe.
Loathed,
and feared,
and loathed forever.
Shall such a strong dispose to such
hate and loathing,
so unending in it’s trivial endless
trivial peakless
trivial in its
constant.
In its endless
and despised.
Such is the
release the
freed of hate.
The end and mark
of hate.
2/26/11