Hatred

In this sure world, there are no ifs or buts
The constant fires inside me hotly burn
No love have I, I live to hate your guts

I wish to slash your throat with razor cuts
I'm ravaged by desires, the demons churn
In this sure world, there are no ifs or buts

I view your pompous ways, your haughty struts
There are no redeeming virtues to discern
No love have I, I live to hate your guts

No mercy did you show the Lilliputs
You laughed and slaughtered scores of them in turn
In this sure world, there are no ifs or buts

I see your victims bleeding in the huts
You torched and stored the ashes in your urn
No love have I, I live to hate your guts

Life is a passage, a door that never shuts
When one enters, there is no safe return
In this sure world, there are no ifs or buts
No love have I, I live to hate your guts


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