A Profound Hatred of Man

If these hands would only kill
They’d cleanse the world with its own blood
They’d cleanse the world, if these hands would only kill
These hand should cleanse your soul of the lust and the greed of this world
And they call me a fool as they do so well
Destroy the morality none have known for so long if ever at all
And I would lay down my life to birth a new generation of a righteous culture
To a people I could proudly love and cherish
For that’s all I’ve ever asked for and been deprived of
Not a tear for those of flesh
Not a stayed hand for a world that prostitutes itself
Not a minute more of degeneration
Words cannot express my disappointment
Words cannot express my disapproval
So I hate
I hate a world that’s capable of triumph
Do I stand idly by and let this world disintegrate
This world will pass away, and my emotions with it
Why should I strive for acceptance and peace of mind
A Profound Hatred of Man