Hatred
Hatred is the color of the devil's hands guiding you.
Sounds like the lightening crashing to earth.
Hatred tastes like fired boiling inside your soul.
It looks like darkness reaching out to grab you.
Hatred makes me feel trapped.
Hatred is blue, the color of ice freezing your heart.
It sounds like a love begging to be felt.
It tastes like metal, that won't go away.
Hatred smells like freshly bled blood.
It looks like a king stepping down from his throne.
It makes me feel confused.
Hatred is the color of fire trying to melt your heart
It sounds like a rocket, blasting to a better place.
Hatred tastes like karma, sweet.
It smells like arsenic burning your lungs.
It looks like the devil whispering and insulting you.
Hatred makes me feel like...me.
Hatred is the puppeteer slowly and invisibly controlling you.
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