White Hate, the Mystical Creature In the depths o | English Poetry

White Hate, the Mystical Creature In the depths of darkness, where shadows play Hate, the mystical creature, holds its sway It captures souls, and makes them its own And gives birth to a monster, called Religion, grown With scales of intolerance, and eyes of stone It preaches hate, and makes the heart its throne It feeds on fear, and grows with every bite And spews out venom, that poisons the night Its wings are dark, and its roar is loud It shakes the earth, and makes the heavens proud It's a creature of darkness, with a heart of gold But its beauty is deceiving, its touch is cold It's a master of manipulation, a king of deceit It uses words, to make the heart retreat It's a weaver of lies, a sower of discord And its harvest is hate, that's forever stored But still we feed it, with every angry thought And give it power, with every hateful word we've brought We're its disciples, its followers, its prey And it's our destroyer, our nemesis, our slayer Oh, Hate, the mystical creature, how you deceive With your promises of power, and your lies we believe But we're the ones, who give you life And we're the ones, who make you thrive ©Author kunal #sad_quotes #Kunal poetry in english डॉ.वाय.एस.राठौड़ (.मीत.) Praveen Jain "पल्लव"