Malice

What is your disease?
Such ignorance with ease
Words to cut the throat
Of those who don't appease

Foolish nimble pride
You just can't set aside
Sure to be your death
The sword on which you'll ride

In heaven or in hell
Surely you'll rebel
The fight is what you love
Chaos, where you dwell

Passing on your pain
Fueling sweet disdain
Angel with a bitter soul
Your hurt will still remain