Eight days of hate

Wading through eight days of hate
Disciples bringing threats and petrol cans
Waiting to ignite their religious fervour
These people frighten me

Passion, anger and ignorance
A holy sacrament
Drink these down to purify the nation

What about other hatreds?
We are not alone, so let us hate all the more
Let our hatred drown out all others
A tower of worship to a rotting army of gods

Let no one say stop
Let no one say love
For that is the commission of sedition

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