Mikanderthal

Purified Hate: An Epic Poem (Excerpt & Outline)

I. Invocation

In the hollow heart where shadows breed,

Where kindness withers and virtues bleed,

There rises a flame, cold and white-

A purified hate, stripped of spite.

Not passion’s rage, nor fever’s cry,

But something ancient, calcified:

A diamond forged in pressure’s womb,

A silent oath, a wordless doom.

II. The Birth of Evil

From the marrow of forgotten pain,

Where memories rot and ghosts remain,

It crawls, uncoiling, slow and sure,

A serpent’s hiss, a wound’s allure.

No mask of wrath, no crimson stain-

Just clarity, cold as acid rain.

It sees the world through crystal eyes,

And weighs each soul, and measures lies.

III. The Voice of Hate

“I am the echo in the void,

The architect of hopes destroyed.

I am the answer, sharp and clear,

To every prayer that ends in fear.

No chaos, no unbridled storm-

But order, perfect, pure, and warm.

I do not tremble, do not weep;

I sow the harvest others reap.”

IV. The Spread

It moves in silence, black and deep,

Through city streets where dreamers sleep,

Through palaces and hovels bare,

It settles gently, everywhere.

It whispers truths that twist and turn,

And watches as the bridges burn.

It teaches hearts to calcify,

To love a lie, to justify.

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