My Version – For when I feel inundated by haters.
Distributes vindictiveness freely,
Burns indelibly into my heart,
It creates a seething ferment,
Of malicious words aimed directly at me,
My dear enemy’s storehouse is full,
The hot poking iron of his anger,
Is burned into my heart.
Out of hate emerged a destructive plan,
Of retaliation and hurt,
Disguised as caring,
The evil intent is clear,
The lie seeking alliances,
To wreak more havoc in my life.
I wait for your Voice to be heard,
Love’s storehouse accumulates justice,
When truth creates order,
It shames hate and anger and malice,
Hate’s words will quickly fade,
When truth is all that’s heard,
Anger will be in the past.
My dear enemy will be completely disarmed,
No longer able to cling to past weapons,
Lies no longer heard by anyone,
Truth’s Voice will be heard by everyone.