The Demise.

A short story about love killing itself.

Your inspired passion I admire

Righteous, wickedness justifies

Your hatred, your soul’s fire

You want me to hate you like diseased flies

Your impiety cannot compel immorality

I don’t hate you

You lose and your religion with hypocrisy

I hate what you do

Reviews

[Michael X]

when the last of an emotion surfaces, what becomes of the broken heart
in light of a memory, this poem has an enhanced feeling of death,
a destroying and a failure giving way to understanding, move beyond
suffering, wow, the depth and clarity is striking, brilliantly worded ^_^

[Overthehill]

Love the sinner, hate the sin comes to mind reading this.