1. 

Give heed as this my prayer

comes stinging through the air

in search of any power

who designates us hate,

beseeching for a shower

of thoughts which desecrate.

2. 

If songs to me are sung,

my ears must feel as stung;

the fairest in the land

shall vanish overnight;

repugnant she must stand

within my twisted sight.

3. 

Persuade me to despise

by telling to me lies;

adorn me with a sneer,

set acid on my tongue,

when smiling I must jeer

from looks Leviathan.

4. 

The amour in my eyes

in hate must crystalise;

but let it be before

the battle has begun,

for love is but a war -

and wars are to be won!