the lure of empty souls

hate comes easier to us all than love
as provo-uda and vichy-jew attest
unfortunately most will not admit
that they escape to false serenity
however in the mirror you must see
the etchings of lifes rough-and-tumble curse

the hurricane that blows apart the brain
is often spawned by light vicarious love
which masquerades as truly a grand passion
but never lives up to its bogus claims
for life can never start from yesterday
and we can only be what we have been