The cesspit of hate
emerges onto the scene in
everyday life - in everyday
places where imagined
tranquility prospers.
Innocent creatures - slaughtered. In
the name of hate. In the spirit
of hate. Across the world,
bigoted buffoons riding the wave
of hate paving the way for terror.
Inaccessible realms of power are
accessed to program us to hate.
You have more in common with the ones
you hate than the ones you
are hating for.
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