I can't believe how many of you like this black ( & white) pudding stuff.
A cloud of discord blocks the sun...
to chill your grieving soul...
Its shadow slows your healing,
the evil of its role...
The living darkness moves unseen,
but felt within your spirit...
You cannot see its fearful coming,
but your grieving heart can hear it...
Black pudding spreads its bitter taste...
it fills your heart with hate...
moving you to blindly rush...
to meet its poisoned fate...
For hatred has no sympathy,
it lives for hurtful spite...
Its lust for vengeance knows no bounds...
so dig two graves tonight...
Dig one grave for your enemy...
the cause of all your pain...
Then dig one for your spirit...
lost in hatred's reign...
Love, hate, joy and sorrow...
emotions of our choosing...
The wise must find a balance...
refrain from their abusing...
So we may see more clearly...
their wisdom we imbue...
and learn to hate not people...
but the foolish things they do.......
