You never know you're wrong until the blood is on your hands.
People die and people live.
Some were born lucky and others were lucky to have been born.
This is our world.
We destroy and we build....
fate is cruel and blindness is incurable.
But we are all ignorant.
we, are all utterly ignorant.
Our death is by our own hands,
and with our hands we kill like savages.
This world is vile,
this world is ugly.
people are convinced that they are beautiful.
but it is only a mask that hides the truth.
beauty is truth, truth is beauty.
but this mask is coy,
because we lie, and so we are ugly.
black covers us...
we are clohed in it and we donot see.
Blindness is incurable,
words fall on deaf ears,
and feeling is numb.
we are intolerant.
The war never ends within ourselves.
and the war comes out through hateful mouths.
raging from the inside to out.
Our emotions are like music writtin on paper,
played out of tune.
we are unbalanced.
there are the people who think with there heads,
people who think with there hearts,
people who think with there pants....all in one or none at all.
we walk with imperfect posture, hunchbacked.
with blood spilling from our moths that are coverd with 34 sharpend teeth,
that sink into the sflesh of others.
our elongated arms brush along the grond invaribaly,
white, pristine, sharp claws at the end.
Nails to a chalk board.
People are evil,
they smile nastaly and laugh with curse.
Eyes beeseeching, always lying.
wide, white and blank they are.
there is no "i" in team, but we deny constantly.
Everyman for himself, though we are all cannibles.
nasty, revolting.
ugly, ugly, ugly...
if you love something, let it go.
if it loves you, it will come back.
no one comes back, but some do.
hope, is a bitter form of denial.
hope.....is denial.
hate hate hate,
go to hell if you hate.
hate.
HATE.
H.A.T.E.
