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I have no illusions about what the world will look like tomorrow
If anything,  there is comfort in knowing wickedness today will be same as tomorrow
The capacity to hate is in everyone as the capacity to love
But how is it easier to manifest hate more than love?
Ridicule comes simple – you mock a shy one’s awkwardness
If its not clothed in silks, then it’s not worth your sights
But behold a preening fawn and you are all but kneeling
I’d rather take flute and wine to drown your lies for tonight
But come dawn to pull my curtains I must decide whether to hate or love