Hatred

You know when you've made your choice. Someone's got to die. You know the person, but you don't
know what to do, because of the fat that you know the person too well, you don't know
if you should or just let the feeling pass like all the other times. But the memory of all the times before,
all the dissapointments, all the coapments with arguments. Hatred is a dangerous thing, it drives
people, maybe even more than love. Probably. I have come to the end of the line, I've had enough,
sooner or later, this person is going to know how it feels to coap with someone like themselves.

Enough is enough
Hatred grows
Bilding inside
Like a line snaping
It will happen
It is going to happen

When it happens, you will be sorry, forgivness is for dumb christian fucktards. I will not care what you
say, think, feel. It is going to happen and there is nothing you can do to stop it.