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THE GATE TO HATE©
POETRY AND ART BY CAROLINE STREET






THE GATE TO HATE©
A poem by Caroline Street.  

​The wide gate to hate is open,
Access is effortless and free,
But don't be tempted to enter, hurry past,
Don't tempt fate - run, flee!
 
The lost have chosen this treacherous path,
The cosmic highway of wrath
And a curse from generations past.
Hate casts a malevolent spell on the future,
Grips the mind and is a thief of time.
 
Don’t fuel the bonfire,
Don't become a brick in the Hate Empire,
Don't be torn between heaven and hell;
To hate, we are not born!
 
Satan, the creator of hate
Is desirous that we exist in this grave place.
Hate is not logical, it’s a decree of the diabolical,
And those who begin with a clean slate
Will find their morality undone.
 
Once the poison is absorbed,
The never-ending cycle of hate is fated. 
The dis-ease within forms;
The well-fed worm turns and consumes
Until health and virtue are in ruins.
 
Hate, like blood splatter, taints loved ones:
They are drawn into deadly conflicts,
Beckoned into acts of revenge,
Venom spews from their lips,
And the sins of the fathers
Interplay with the sins of today.
Unless the curses of hate are spiritually broken,
New offspring becomes its prey. 
 
A fixation with hate contaminates
A spirit of light into dead-weight.
The darkest evils on earth
Cannot be humanly undone,
But is avenged by the Almighty one.
 
Don't become a victim,
A lover of evil won.
Hate transferred to good,
Transforms good into hate.
Choose not to be a pawn
In the deceiver’s game.
 
God can turn the hater and hated around;
He will place them on safe ground,
And the ripple effect
Of love will gloriously abound.
 
Love and forgiveness are key,
And who is love, only God.
Prayer can redeem the diabolical -
Solve with confession and dialogue.
When all else fails, cut the cord,
Don't look back, shake the dust
Off your feet and walk away. ❤

Picture
'Death or Rebirth'. Gouache.
Picture
'Death or Rebirth'. (Colour digitally altered.)
Picture
'Death or Rebirth'. (Colour digitally altered)

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