• As my heart explodes with hate
    I cannot but cogitate
    Your eyes, your voice, your soul divide
    Could lead me to my suicide
    I hate you more than Jews hate Hitler
    I hate you my childhood killer
    This anger fills me to the top
    Will this shaking 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