Hate

Hate.
That's what you get.
That's what you know
and what you let
control yourself
and mind
and fate.
It's only hate.
That's what I know.
Reject the soul
the reason for
the core of all
and cursed whore.
You know the hate,
the anger,
rage,
the passion of
the broken sage,
yet nothing brings
the cure at all.
Not even treatment
found for fall
will save this pair
of friends
or foes
from hate and self and something more.
It's not real hate.
I'll tell you that.
It's not real rage
if care is found.
Apologies
will come to place
the feel of sadness
and the fate.
They'll cure the moment,
please embrace.
Apologize
to self for hate.
*hugs*