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The sheer terror

of my hate

my heart

I don't wana be innocent

I wana be hateful

why is this frowned upon

in our society of lies

or torture, WAR

why is my hate so wrong,

should I not be concidered the norm

I want this more than you know

I want my right

the right to hate

the raw power of hate

it flows withen me

storming my soul

burning to get out

to join our WAR

our WAR of hate