• "An abomination",
    speaks my churning soul.
    An incarnation,
    A hatred allowed to grow.
    I can feel it,
    can't you see?
    Can't you feel it too..?
    it won't rest and it won't leave.
    Words drip from her mouth,
    slow and gut-wrenching.
    They pound restless spirits,
    into me, repeatedly.
    The slovic barbarity of her essence,
    cradles undesired tension within me.
    A pulse, a beat, a life,
    An abomination to be.
    I'll give birth to this,
    through my mouth,
    thriving in my blood.
    I'll relinquish my body,
    as a vessel for the filth and crud.
    It'll stab, and dig,
    and spread it's seed into my heart,
    shredding my sanity to pieces,
    and ripping my reason apart.
    Tearing my existence apart...
    Curling me to merciless nothingness..
    Beating me, drinking me...
    Oh, The Hate!
    The Hate!
    I loath her, I do.
    And only through hate,
    this Abomination grew.
    A conniving slut,
    a pity-hungry, little padora!
    This Abomination,
    This Abomination...
    This Hate is now my Kin.
    ... Now I bow, and take my leave..
    Ye receive my empty grin.