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 hands would 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? This world will pass away, and my emotions with it. Why should I strive for acceptance and peace of mind? This hate consumes me, and it runs deep. A profound hatred of man. A profound hatred of man.