Stricken with, stricken with a disease a disease of misanthropy no longer encased in the realm of mortality I'm destined to hate for my eternity I try to control my thoughts tainted with disease but, I have a divine hatred for my species my hate has controlled my stream of conscience thoughts and my tolerance for serenity internally rots rejecting pleasure that comes with everyday life resisting thoughts that lean towards the blithe pleased with a life dishing out lots of hate I will get to you, it is your fate bloodstained tears trickling down your cheek painting a picture, a picture of the weak the season has changed, the flowers have died my mood has changed, now you have died a misanthropic outlook a misanthropic outlook a misanthropic outlook you know the pain that I've unleashed on you you know the pain that I have put you through I gain pleasure knowing of your silent demise just laughing, as I hear your feeble cries stricken with, stricken with a disease a disease of misanthropy no longer encased in the realm of mortality I'm destined to hate for my eternity ...you said you felt my pain... but that was only mentally you pray for forgiveness... ...my tool of your perishment... you shall bleed... tortured by the harshness of reality... tortured by the harshness of divine hatred...
