Killer eyes, waiting to strike
Deadly words, waiting to kill
Things left unsaid in a sea of people.
That could extinct us all from what we are.
Words unsaid, actions undone.
Survive each day through the setting sun.
The hate we hold is a timed release
the longer we keep it, the more its increase.
Secret hate, born from actions
opposed by guilt and other factions
stealing the life in everyone
consuming them until life is done.
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