Hate, it rhymes with fate. But thats not the point here.

I really hate allot of things, I'm sad and lonely sitting. Keeping the time going is terribly insane, I just do the same thing over, hoping in vain, that something will happen differently. Trapped in this awful place. I can't seem to find a way out. I need to escape.
Burning an melting, feelings and power. Concentration, my sole destination.
Needing this, wanting this, reaching deeply within myself, I try as hard as my body can withstand but I can't seem to reach the thing of my demand/want a different setting or pace. Waiting patiently for a day of great grace! I want all of this, it is only a few. or perhaps to much, for me to of ask you.

Sickly pup, oh dread the day. Because the light will shine on your pitiful face.
Over the great arch, your body does long. To sleep forever.
Take it away, you awfully caged beast. For if you get out, none shall have peace.
Monster oh-monster. Please spare the little ones. They meant you no harm, teasing with stones, and sticks. They'd pick at your skin, and bone. Kicking you over and watching you learn. They'd laugh and giggle, as you struggled to walk. Not knowing the pain you felt as the talked. Gnawing on a bone, sitting alone. Tasting the once-was-blood.
The marrow of life, between your teeth. You long for more, in your cage the hand reaches.
The red stuff pours, dumping on you, til they reach for that rifle. Your the last one.
The last mutt or dog or beast they'd own. And now your left, dying alone.

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