M.I.N.Y.O.

Anger rampant
The desire to bring pain like a plague
Unto a force of such evil it sickens
But evil begets evil
And so evil shall triumph
Because to kill with kindness is not only a contradiction
But impossible
And yet I hate
But it is a hate that cannot be helped
To cause pain, to bring darkness
This is its purpose
And it has always escaped my wrath
Fleeting at the last moment
Turning and running away
Too fruitless to be pursued by good.

By: Ana Van Der Rhys