I hate, but I won’t abate.
I won’t let the tide ebb and
Flow against me in what
I do. Although, sometimes…

I hate everything and
Everyone, wanting to push
It all aside, crush
And smash what’s in my way.

What is tied can be
Undone, and what is cut
Is severed for life.
Yet I hold on. But, sometimes…

I hate anyone and
Everything, wanting to pull
It all down, burn
And shatter what’s in my way.

What I do is mine:
You cannot claim me or my time.
However, sometimes there’s a little
Something which keeps me going on.
What it is I cannot say.
But, I pray for it everyday.

So, you can keep pulling,
And I’ll keep pushing.
So, you can keep pushing,
And I’ll keep pulling.
What it is I cannot see.
But, it means the world to me.

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