Hate isn't what we feel it is because its feelings are intertwined with everything else that it isn't. Sometimes today makes us stronger, many times it keeps us in delusion then shows us something the next time so we've learnt to not just feel the feelings of the oppressed but also inhale the breath of the oppressor knowing that at some point we win just as we also loose sometimes and even when the table turns in zones beyond itself, we cock ourselves within and without in shadows of sweet and bitter refusing to remain a sadist who will not learn that scaling through a path of sufferings and lessons means nothing until one realises the path behind the journey and the truth around the circle dripping rhymes sauced with lines from a fragile heart singing lullaby in renditions of craved love tilting in fantasies of desirable moments that would bring back the peace and love between chances till tomorrow don't matter no more for today's sake believing that life is for the living so living it should be the reality or we're better off dead.