Hate is compass
Hate is my staff
Anguish and squalor
Just make me laugh
Hate is my heart
Hate is my rose
I build my existence
On what I oppose
Hate is my harvest
Hate is my seed
I live to disfigure
And see people bleed
Hate is my passion
Hate is my hope
I bathe in its glory
It cleanses like soap
Hate is my raiment
Hate is my gear
War is my mother
My father is fear
Hate is my Rock
Hate is my creed
My faith is dynamic
It grows like a weed
by Richard W. Bray
