Hate

Your shame that you feel as a knife stabbed
(after os many years of failure and remorse)
Never left your holy mind and it's been growing in strength
Die from regret - with no respect
From world you created so bad
Nothing is forgiven, no one will forget
While experience every day your work
I summon you to touch - tears of the tortured who fall at your feet
Here, down in this world - built on a debris of that happiness of Eden
We are drifted here by your will - just to wait for death in tranquillity and grief