| Hate is a word I love to say It fills my being both night and day. I hate Sharief with every breath. I�ll never be satisfied until I see his death. Typical guy, thinks with his dick. Just like to slam his head against a brick. But it�s wrong to blame my woes on one lone man. For I�d destroy the world if I can. As if girls have progressed so far! Spreading their legs like the whores they are. All humanity I will hack. Starting first with that damn nut sack. Flesh, bone, sinew and blood. Until everything drowns in the flood. Love is such a fucking joke. It�s a word that makes me choke. The only thing there is is lust. Until everything is reduced to dust. � Capitalism has made it this way, Old fashioned fascism will take it away.� So sell your soul and go to hell. Because you�re doomed and might as well. The purpose of life is to destroy, Making everything your toy. (I guess I never really gave the poem closure... but... I don�t think I want to do that right now.) |