I hate this world and all its contents,
And what it has become today...

I have found the perfect blossom,
That is sculpted to perfection...

Through bitter tongues of hate filled wrath,
we lose the essence of expression...

Lost in the darkness,
of a careless and selfish society...

It must be hard to see that your mother is gone,
But i promis your tears will soon dry...

I looked to God, and I said I Hate you,
He raised his arms and Hugged me...

Cared for her more than the world its self,
And readily sacrificed all to keeper her smiling...

Put down the rope, the knife, the blade,
Through the blood of Christ your debt is paid...

The earth has circled the sun once more,
For the sixteenth time in your life...

We live in a world that is supposed to be round,
But that is something to question...

How naive believe in a just world,
A lie beyond all imaginability...