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Standing in the hand of destiny

And left waiting where the chips may fall

Will your recent hate as an exultation

Last beyond it's destination?

I doubt it.

Hate is virulent strain

Past the pain of someone dying

A vile stain that will

Contaminate the rest of

Your life...

Such heartache and strife

If you don't get control of it...

How can you hate someone

Who has died?

Even if he lied...

How can you hate

The person who has given

Birth to you?

Are his past actions

Less vile than what you do?

I hope, my friend,

That you can move on

Past your hate

Past your recent

Jubilation over death

Because, I know,

My friend,

That it will come back

To haunt you in the end...