Flames of Hatred

Flames of Hatred

A Poem by Thoctar
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This one is an old one, in fact my first one. I never posted it before, might as well now.

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The Flames of Hatred shine so bright, the sickly blue flame always burning…..
Burning through humanity, burning through reason, destroying all the thoughts….
Flames of Hatred blinding to the truth, deluding the purpose
I will not be consumed by the Fires of Hatred….I refuse to die to the Flames of Hatred
 Consuming rage, overprotection, destroying everything good
Worse then what you hated…..To protect them, you ended up hurting them
You don’t want to hurt them, but in the end that’s the worst thing of all…
The Flames of Hatred are consuming me….I’m dying to the Flames of Hatred
 
No..I wont die….No…I wont do that to them…They don’t deserve that….
I refuse to do that to them…..For them ill put out the flames…..
Not for the person the flames were kindled by…I’m not making peace for their sake
Im doing it for the rest, they’ve done so much for me….they don’t deserve that….
 
I will not do this to them….Not them…..Ive done all I can to help them….
And maybe that’s the worst part of all, delusion to the point of madness
I wanted to help them….and ended up destroying everyone….
Destroying their minds, their lives, their souls….
Im sorry everyone…Im sorry for everything…Im sorry for letting them consume me
 
The flames of hatred shine so bright, the sickly blue flame always burning…..
Burning through humanity, burning through reason, destroying all the thoughts….
Flames of Hatred blinding to the truth, deluding the purpose
Flames of Hatred consuming me….

© 2010 Thoctar


Author's Note

Thoctar
This one is different than my "modern" ones, the phrases are longer, etc.

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Thoctar
Thoctar

New Liskeard, Northern Ontario, Canada



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Interested in history, politics, ideology, really anything intelligent. Always willing to accept criticism, I can only get better. I write poems occasionally, I never saw them as good, but some friend.. more..

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