once the sunlight fell
on my brow and i loathed
it so much that i flung
arrows of hate from my eyes and it
became enraged and beat down its wrath of
hate on me so hot that
the plants and people around me
started to die and i started to shrivel up
inside as all my hate and greed and evil thoughts
quickly diminished due to a sudden lack
of water and then breath

(c) August, 1999, Steven H. Lee

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