Hadred? Dear God No I am anew Feel the Death upon my breath The Were in My stare The pain in my stride Beware A new understanding of me for me Ha! You may have a glance at my white flag sir, for i have surrendered to you Your importance shall always be here But the thought of you has disentigrated in to the upmost foulest scum from which only a witch could hither forth I am yanking the roots of the roots of my heart I need to know more from the dark side of me These are words that will mean nothing and everything soon after while God make me strong I'd like to save myself To keep myself at bay is far out of the question and