Take a number and stand in line,
And wait for me to cut you down.
Hand me your love-stained kindness,
And watch me drown it in my hate.
Vengeful and spiteful of past offences,
Let me bend and twist you into the perpetrators.
Can you see yourself becoming
The thing I hate?
I want to hate and hurt
Everyone,
And shift this feeling,
Which cannot stretch
Four thousand miles
Across the ocean
And into another world,
From me
Onto you.