Hurry Up Please Lord, and Swiftly Send a Cure

Strange it might appear but it seems to be so:

Love they know not, it’s only hate they know.

Oh how they hate, and with what fiery zest,

Hating so intensely, with not a moment’s rest.

Fomenting deadly hate seems their purpose sole,

Hating till their very end their life’s primary goal.

It seems that they live mainly for hate’s sake,

Being fired by hate each breath that they take.

Not even for a moment do they let hate abate,

A mountain of sins they thereby accumulate.

Oh how they choose in hate’s fire to burn,

In doing so, what an awful fate they earn.

After they'll depart from this earthly plane

They may face a future filled with searing pain,

For the evil they did, foolishly wasting their life

In wallowing in hate and all the resultant strife.

How much more hate, Lord, will Your world endure?

Hurry up now please, and very swiftly send a cure,

So that then, in the face of this Your firm decree,

From all hate Your world will finally be set free.

To all of hate’s many victims this poem I dedicate,

I know on their behalf Lord You’ll fairly adjudicate.