Magical hatred flows through veins
hands infected with it's ambrosia
red golden blood shunted out,
make room for the hate
the self hate, the hate of others
let it flow from my soul to my hands
from my hands let it die,
float to the air
won't make a differance,
world's already too much gone
lost in itself, only thinking for what it wants
never stopping to think of others
and when it does
