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Haters Loss: hir a thoddaid

Haters gonna hate; what else can they do?
Once you choose hate, other options fall through.
What other room is left inside of you
when all your passion, whether red or blue,
is given to your foes, who then control
your very soul? You know that is true.

Haters cannot love; how could that be so,
when only bitterness and violence grow
where there was once a heart? And even though
you weep and laugh and smile, it’s all for show:
a pantomime of living, not alive,
an unforgiving wasteland of woe.

05 Jun 2025


© 2025, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.

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