For those who claim and practice hate....

It is imposed....

and perhaps to assumed on your part...
this venture beyond word but in word...
still...
are you sure it is (hate)...
as much seems a case of uncertainty...
Explain this to me...
Where in the conscious lies room for a fictitious nature?
From spoken word perhaps to ink...
deems to be ostentatious and much of its trivial existence...
So my question then...
with the idiosyncrasy displayed...
by individual thought and the perplexity induced by bias...
All and all leaning to a state of entropy...
which in turn leaves you with less answers and far less questions

What is this hate you breathe of?