Hate Is It A Termite Mound

Hate is it a termite mound built layer upon layer There's a symbiotic requirement; fire needs fuel Words are just columns of hot air, without actions They're just, cyclones of ridicule growing- Redundantly weary it's a multiplayer game. You've got to work endlessly, closely, compliantly, Connectively, multifariously, cooperatively To expand or kill other colonies With, opposing sides to build or destroy empires. To become terrorists out to destroy airliners, you've Got to be mad and lose your inexpressive mind. Have a wooden heart the size of a termite hole Never to bed, never to rise, did you know Termites never sleep, never close their eyes. Isn't this the state of love and hate? Termites they're children of the night, I wouldn't Want them slipping through the cracks of my home. Biting my soul, eating my home these social cockroaches When found in a home means the owner will soon die Hate is it a termite mound built layer upon layer All I know is if left to their own devices it won't be long Before, they've eaten all the stars and maybe the moon Adding more and more, fire to the fuel.