Gotmoor

Hate Addiction

Ghastly love and pitty I loathe.
Sick of life's vile creation.
Eyes sown shut for evermore.
Amongst the dead I roam.

Hope filled pigs
I trample on.
No mercy for the weak.
Strong and cold
I stand alone.

Scarred by life.
I sold my soul.
Laugh at my own demise.
And wear the marks
with pride.

Knee deep in agony.
I reject it all.
Why the fuck should I care.
Hell is where I belong.

As humanity failed.
And forged me into this beast I am.
No more hate repression.
Come and taste my wrath.

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