Hate is made from-

A deadly snake’s fang dripping with blood like a leaking water bottle,

An old book’s broken pages,

The deathly silence of the moon’s crater,

Laughter echoing in the Howling Woods.

I found Hate-

Hiding in a thorny bush ready to strike,

Quivering like a lost and lonely child,

Trapped inside of a dead and rotting tree,

Held captive at an underground fortress.

Hate can-

Crush a million helpless souls,

Turn you into a savage monster,

Befriend the people you once knew,

Take over any living thing and mould it into anything it likes,

If you lose Hate-

You soul will be set free and you can live a happy live…