Poem for men suffering from the red pill rage.

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And then there is hate,

A funny emotion indeed,

It fills your heart to the brim with wrath,

A raging tingle that bleeds,

The fury flows through your veins,

And consumes your thoughts,

Leaving burns unseen and scars forgot,

And a mind, stuck in the past it rots,

Then hate becomes your savior,

It keeps you sane,

A heart now turned to stone,

All love is lost, and only apathy remains,

Now you become the addict,

With a deserted spirit devoid of rain,

Craving hate like a drug to fill this void,

But without the respite of pain.