coffee in my tea

Hate is in your heart,

he said, hate is in 

your heart, a little 

louder (I couldn't

hear him the first

time) hate is 

in your heart 

repent your

soul repent

your being

repent

your demons

your

great evil 

your hate 

is in your

heart can you

hear me?

all that hatred

in your heart

what else

is left

to feel?

you see

nothing you 

taste death

on your tongue

each morning

you wake,

you go

to sleep with

death on your

tongue 

there's a 

hatred in your

heart so 

strong that 

no one

can ever

forgive

you

or yourself,

your sons

and daughters

should scorn

will scorn 

your heart

was all

for nothing

because there's

hatred in 

there

hold their

hands once 

more before

the little

children

run you

off

your blood

is 

tainted

even now

your sweat

your tears

your blood

fall on no one

but the dirt

and nothing

can ever

save you 

or yourself

all that hatred

in your heart

what else

is left

to die?

and smell

their flesh

burning and

hear your

hatred 

cried out

with

no father

you can 

only hate

in your

heart

and your

mother

and your

brothers and

sisters are 

here but 

you can't see

them can you?

because

hate is 

in your 

heart,

you see

now, 

all 

this, 

all,

this

 

I am

too.