Hateful Conversation

 
Let’s create a great disease,

Something that has no cure,

And kill whomever we please,

The tainted or perhaps the pure,

We shall not spare anyone,

From lofty places to far below,

Now Hate was far from done,

All his lurid thought I would know,

The further words of detestation,

It spoke of things that promised to be foul,

This was not a pleasant conversation,

As I listened to it all, it made me scowl,

When quite finished Hate grinned bright,

Its pompous lips the color of endless night.