My hatred for you goes beyond the grave. It goes past my forgotten brothers, Past my dead life. This hatred for you is so pure, so powerful. You've wrecked me and you don't even know it. You see without knowing, And breath without knowing. So ignorant to my own destruction. I have no love, no feeling, Only this hatred for you. I feel no sympathy for you, Your pain drives me. One day you have my world in your hands, And the next day you have nothing. People will come and go from my life, But you. . . You remain without my pity, without my sorrow. Soon you will know how it feels. To be loved and to be hated. To live and to die. . .