An incredable dislikeness hangs about the air
Over so many, all have failed to conquor fear
Gripping reality as it comes to play
But still animosity inhibits the soul
Countless times realism gains control
Eyes brimming over with venom untold
The very veins in your body scream of spite
A cruel smile, creatures of the night
Laughing at the future fortold but
The darkness is said to take hold
Of those who scorn those who have no hate
Bitter is your own taste
