White Hate, the Mystical Creature
In the depths of darkness, where shadows play
Hate, the mystical creature, holds its sway
It captures souls, and makes them its own
And gives birth to a monster, called Religion, grown
With scales of intolerance, and eyes of stone
It preaches hate, and makes the heart its throne
It feeds on fear, and grows with every bite
And spews out venom, that poisons the night
Its wings are dark, and its roar is loud
It shakes the earth, and makes the heavens proud
It's a creature of darkness, with a heart of gold
But its beauty is deceiving, its touch is cold
It's a master of manipulation, a king of deceit
It uses words, to make the heart retreat
It's a weaver of lies, a sower of discord
And its harvest is hate, that's forever stored
But still we feed it, with every angry thought
And give it power, with every hateful word we've brought
We're its disciples, its followers, its prey
And it's our destroyer, our nemesis, our slayer
Oh, Hate, the mystical creature, how you deceive
With your promises of power, and your lies we believe
But we're the ones, who give you life
And we're the ones, who make you thrive
©Author kunal
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