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Hatred spreads all around me

But it won’t be mine

I won’t succumber to the thirst

For all the pain

That you relish in

Take pride in

You make me sick.



Loss a common ideology

In your world

Of nightmares and schemes

Your hunger a form

Of masochism

Taking in the pain

And enjoying every bit of it

Belittling those with no faces

No names-

An endless sea.



To prey on

To fight

To hate, to kill

Your solace

Only purpose

The only thing that is your own.