Hate is a silent killer, a snake in the grass
It’s so slick that people don’t even know it has a hold of their ass
Why do we feel entitled to give others what they give us?
especially when they do some shit we could never trust
in the feeling of defending ourselves
losing our grip of reality and clinging to cries for help
save me from this hate that I consistently become consumed with
left to argue with a fool in a swap like abyss
but we don’t let enough silence fill the room to see the filth of the waste we consume
So understand this, there is always another way
and the answer isn’t always to stay
Sometimes love is letting go
a clear mind is a gateway to the soul
Come to grips with who you are and fight for the light
And if they say your love is wrong, let em
what’s the value in being right?
-R U Veracious?