The Hate

The Hate Should I believe my Hate I loathe it's victims dictate Living within me insanity rage's Releasing beasts from out of their cages Of anger and strife I form a thought Hurling words at my target I take a shot To bring it down my only goal Break their pride and crush their soul A perverted joy rises within The pain inflicted exposes their sin Insults spat, a self righteous base My enemy reels and folds in disgrace Victorious pride, He's dispensed in defeat My campaign of Hatred is almost complete Reveling in ecstasy from destruction I've caused Of Venomous poison from fangs in my jaws Character eviscerated accomplished assassination Exhuberante, I celebrate death of your reputation