hell has no fury ..

in the counsel of envy, hearts are blocked
the emptiness of resentment brings about the darkest clouds

in the counsel of evil, the spirit is crushed
and love is consumed by the logic of hatred

in the counsel of destruction, darkness is summoned
loneliness bubbles up from the deepest core

the eyes of the Wicked burn bright with joy,
their only satisfaction, the unsatisfied hunger for love.

in the counsel of the wicked, darkness is felt
it calls forth obsessors
to trap their prey in a prison of confusion.

In the counsel of the egoists, love is but a pawn
the lonely and the forlorn
feed their hunger for love with whims of desire.




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