Love the Oppressor

Forceful love a symbol of hate,
Unbending passion contorts my fate.
Demented thinking is the path of change,
To my eternity for the love of pain.
I conquered an emotion my soul cannot fall,
To the depths of boredom an illness in all.
The death of this body is nothing in relation,
To the disease of my mind a true vibration.
The love of hate is the existence I seek.
This unstoppable urge is the virus I reek.
Upon my environment,
That is diseased with the weak.

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