Hate

Prologue
A spirit wandering the nocturnal paths
of ones darkest desires
A spirit that can not be seen by ones' eye
nor touched by ones' skin…

Core
Emotionless,
yet filled with hate
as if spawned for that reason,
Born to hate, dying to kill…

Corupted
tough strong enough
to break loose
from all other spirits…

Reigning
Forever ones mind…
Supreme in excistence,
Yet simple in design…

Epiloge
Raging in flames untill all is devoured…
Attacking the feeble, unknowing sheep
The great denial of love and peace
My misanthropy in its purest form