A vicious chanting
engulfs me
Telling me to hurt you
Rip and shred you into pieces
Make sure
You suffer trauma
till madness devours you
hungrily .
But I breathe, isn't it always better to forgive?
To feel the rain
Or anything else
That doesn't drive us insane.
Hate is sweet.
But sweetly toxic... 
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