Human Perfection

Monolithic spires of hatred
Hurl up to the heavens
When they fall back to earth
You will run in terror

For with them comes
Spite and indignation
As the hate for all things
Reaches within your soul

That dark claw of hate
Shall pierce your heart
That red ruby empowered
By the strength of your soul

It continues to beat
To expel the hate within
The dark clouds diminished
Now only a shadow remains

It contends with your mind
For the purest of things
Your soul
The hate will never win

But

Neither will you
For you fear the unknown
When you don’t understand it
Your fear turns to hate

And hate

Is all you will ever be
For your soul was never strong
And your heart stopped beating
The day those spires fell

To earth.