Eight days of hate
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1 min readSep 20, 2016
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