As he looked upon this desolate and barren world,
He embraced all that went wrong as his hatred unfurled.
As the heavens looked down upon this man,
They realized he had denied fate,
Under his relentless fury they ran,
Crimson and burning was the power of his hate.
The plotters plotted, and the weepers wept,
The devils cried, for the angels had not slept.
As he charged the golden gates,
They realized he had sealed their fates,
Challenging the gods, it was just the beginning,
Indestructible he seemed, and he was winning.
One by one, they started to fall,
And there stood the man like a limitless tower,
One by one they crumbled before him,
Perished beneath his terrible and awesome power.
The gods had fallen, and there he stood,
Revenge felt cold and sweet,
Like he knew it would,
Though he was drained of the raging heat.
His passion gone, he tried to move on,
But no amount of killing could satisfy,
And no amount of solace could pacify.
The hatred he had felt consumed his life,
It destroyed his home, his child, then his wife.
He now discovered the true meaning of hate,
It was a tool to deny reason,
A rapid conclusion, with no solution.
It sapped his will to believe in the concept of love,
His only option now was to look to the heavens above.
Would they accept him now for all he had done?
Or would they let him die, for the crimes taken place?
He chose his fate, and now he must pay,
Guilty for eternity, that is the only logical way. |
Submission Name: Hate
