A/N: The interesting thing is that I wrote this when I was really clam but
from the title you can't really tell can you?

A Hateful Person
Hate shall sweep by every one of us.
He shall mutter our foul words.
He never wearies.
Never ceasing.
When unamused
He just glides on.
Hate persuades people to do intolerable things
Over matters
As insignificant as a gesture
That wasn't meant to hurt.
But He breathes His putrid breath on them
So they mean much worse.
How dare you hate!
To do such deeds!
But He just cackles
Then wisps away
To generate more trouble more turmoil
A bomb in one hand.
A gun in the other.