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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZxVZaYd1Fs

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When passion, dies -

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When zeal and will, 

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The threshold of joy,

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The capacity for hope

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And the magnanimity of love -

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Wither in their composite amalgamation,

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They resurrect as the totality of spite.

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They become a twisted spire of hateful things,

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Of envious and dire, bitter and sulfuric, 

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Petty, futile and salacious, 

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Insidious - hateful, little things.

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When failure sinks its proboscis

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Deep, into the furnace of your pride,

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It draws behind it, a rank rot and cavity

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That spreads as a carcinogen

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Within every opportunity given

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By returning your thought to the hole.

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Spite,

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Rage,

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Hate,

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They become a salve for the residual itch;

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And they do nothing but perpetuate the wound.

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Self inadequacy, self invalidation,

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Unobtainable wish fulfillment fantasy,

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Compound insecurity and the vindication complex,

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They gnaw, we spit,

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They chew, and we plead ignorance.

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Make no mistake,

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We are none of us, perfect.

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And it is not in imperfection that we should seek to gratify a gored sense of self-entitled justification.

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Know this,

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And be well aware that its existence is a product of our own manifestation.

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Author's Note

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQtFTqh1mwM