You have died

Not in the literal sense

But in my heart

You have perished

You did not take a gun to your head

Or swallow a handful of pills

To choose to end your life

But instead you thought horrible thoughts

About the people and the world

You chose to hate the groups of people

Different from yourself

And you seem to be very proud of your

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You chose a path of vexation

So I chose the path of love

For I do not approve of hatred

Of my expectations

All you have fallen short of