A Tale of Hatred, The Spirit Son

Oh great spirit, Father of all
I speak to you now
heed my call.

Born of your discarded thoughts
your wasteful joy I do despise
I vow to be the alternative to your lies.

My father love, why?
why do you waste all of your time
on humanity, and their happiness?

"I hate those weak piles of flesh"

For every broken heart that you mend
I will enter the mind of a suicidal kid
and whisper "Do it."

and for every mother you console
I will convince two "you can't take this anymore"
and whisper, "do it!"

Churches fill up once a week
to kneel and pray to you I think
what fools they are, and you, King of fools.

One day of remorse, and six to stay the course
"I like my odds."

Tales are told of your love
a message better off left unspoken
'cause I am Hatred your spirit son...

I come to the lonely as an alcoholic drink
sometimes I lure kids as a catholic priest
I am the voice of reason when all reason is gone.

I am Hatred, the spirit son
kneel to your god and let's have some fun.