Transition

Look the bug in the eyes
It tells me that fear is but a child
I can no longer tell right from wry.
Great things must be coming my way,
Since I have no hope left anymore.
The whore of Babylon squirts everywhere.
Give me hope and I will bid farewell..
'Cause hope never did me any favors.

I hate you all.

I will go against all advice,
I will not show weakness
before the whores and guards of time.
I will hate you all.

This child who'd never harm a spider,
He was good and he was pure.
This deluded monster that you see today,
a result of your pollution.

I hate you all.

Every last son of a bitch,
and/or daughter of which.
Mankind and womankind.
The worst bacterias of them all.
The blood stains on the wall.

I hate you all.

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