As my heart explodes with hate
I cannot but cogitate
Your eyes, your voice, your soul divide
Could lead my to suicide
I hate you more than Jews hate Hitler
I hate you my childhood hitter
This anger fills me To the top
This shaking will it ever stop?
if you were but a sheet of paper
I might kill you with my stapler
But your not and woe betide
I am not fit for parricide
Done By: Marry Lian
