My love is dying, suffocated by my own hands
The remorse i feel is over powering, yet somehow i desire it.
My evoulotion is falling from grace, I love this feeling of hate.
I am the feeling of a revolution, corrupting minds of innocent beauty.
My hate is treated as if it was an abortion, left alone by the parenthood which we call society.
My stealth attitude will cause your religion to crumble at my feet, we love to hate as we rape this land of its virtuos gatherings.
I am earth and sky, land and sea-you cannot escape me, for i am everywhere and my hate is in everyone.
I am a dying god, i love to hate.
Worthless, and dead i want to bring this world to a fucking end.
All that are damned will be saved, all those that are saved will be free.
Accept this hate as your own, feel the love i have to give.
For love is hate, and hate is gracious.
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