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Our world of hatred,
And its humans, vile, debased, vitiated,
Preferring murder, pain and atrocity,
Over showing a speck of humanity.
Our world of hatred,
Praises the warlords and the absconded.
While they hoard wealth soaked in blood,
The amorous bodies are dragged dead through the mud.
Like many others, I wonder,
How our kin began idolizing the aggressor,
How it defined vindictiveness,
As the subject of attractiveness.
So with our world's hatred adaption,
Love has become the anarchist's weapon.
It turned into the insurgent's ammunition,
The only way to reach loathing's abolition.
In this world of hate,
Mercenaries rule, tyrants dictate,
So the one carrying love in their soul,
Slowly perished in the foxhole.
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