Rantings of hate strike a chord
He needs to hate
With every breathe he can afford
Evil to articulate
Each word to hit just the right tone
Doesn’t matter the truth he is on his own
Satan’s seed to procreate
He needs to hate
All the lies of hate he’s implored
Easy to aggravate
When words of hate are explored
In the minds of the passionate
Standing tall and obviously proud
He says it often and very loud
The volume’s bound to resonate
He needs to hate
Into the rant he has poured
At a sickening rate
No single lie that he ignored
No need to translate
Despite the anger of his defeat
And his obvious retreat
Looking for someone to castigate
He needs to hate
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