St hatred

Dear horid st. hatred, what is his fate?
to hold hands with satan, to burn and to hate.

Hearing his laughter, turn into cries
the man he holds hands with, is the man he despise.

The prince of all darkness, the king of all hell.
hiding a truth that he will never tell.

Just like a book, puts his thoughts on the shelf
because the man he holds hands with, is only himself.

The truth that he holds, but never can hear.
it puts him in sorrow, depression, and fear.

The lies that he feeds, of him being well.
but the choices he made kept him burning in hell.

Forever he stands their, burning in flames.
with no sign of love, and a truth full of shame.

Dear ugly st hatred, with evil to share.
no longer happy, and no longer cares.

This souless pretender, this evil magician
full of wicked karma, and wicked ambition.

hiding in shadows, with no love shown
hiding forever, forever alone.

sleeps in his flames, by the end of the day.
and thinks to himself... come what may.