to complete hate
an ending based
on a whirlwind's true fruition
not to quit
but to pass the finish line

and now these words lie
in a bed of blood and greed
and now you've been given
a golden gift
a chance to see
that words may never dissipate
deeds and broken dreams
compound and multiply
you may wonder why
as you stare into this face of pain
you may beat your chest
while never laying eyes upon the stains
that drip like evil
from fingers that dared to ever trace
the contours of my face

and now you call to your god
on your knees in plastic humility
a dawning crashes your expression
and finally you know
the handle you thought you had
the appearance of control
was false
and all you pulled so close to you
bleeds now
into this inky broken pit
a wading pool of lies
a mirror of hatred
falling from the eyes
of a once more dying child

we see this now
etched in final breath
released from living death
so falls the ribbon of pain undue
for it lies still and slashed in two
this line of finish -
let go, falls away
so now, bid farewell
so now, say
we shall complete
we shall finish
hate.