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[kindredheathen]

can you see the misery of hate?
and all the feelings you create.

you see the world through shattered hope,
and take in another breath of twisted trust,
while concealing all the love you had
from the prying eyes of the weeping trees.

in autumns slowly dying haze,
you feel the sting of cold words anon,
a bleeding man the world has made,
a dying hope that soon shall fade,

can you see the misery of hate?
and all the feelings you create,
sullen hopes and tattered dreams,
feelings cold and used or so it seems,