Us, the Disciples of Hate

To all the fiery and passionate disciples of hate,

Following your powerful shepherd of fire,

Feeling ever pressing emotional weight,

Finding more evidence to add to your pyre,

If only us disciples learned how to wait,

Knowing that the passion may expire,

But perhaps the only cure to this state,

Is to fall tragically over our own tripwire,

Whether of yourself or an entire estate,

Someday you may secretly conspire,

For all that hate to completely dissipate.

For I think it is only those who have really hated,

That understand the goodness love has created.

We can see the difference between the two dimensions

The difference between Heaven and Hell’s extensions.