A hate that burns.

How fake you are ,nothing is real

evil shrowds your body like a widows veil

you drive a stake through the hearts of the ones you love.

what is your purpose? your malicious intent?

do you want us to suffer? to bow in your presence?

like the magistic queen you see yourself to be?

when all we see is a rotten hateful witch.

A person who dresses in bright happy colours

but beneath is printed with the deepest shade of black.

Your heart does not beat, blood does not run through your veins

your body is over flowing with poisinous fluids, set to tear worlds apart.

Your mission is clear, it is simple, kill all that stand in your way

but why? what satisfaction do you get out of belittling the innocent

Do you enjoying causing pain? do you relish in the mortification of others?

or are you just scared, frightened that life might turn on you,

that you will be in the weak position, that someone will conrtol you.

Who will taunt you until you beg to be left alone,

but no they wont, as they will get the revenege they seeked for so long.

Then when your gone, when your empty spirit has left our lives,

we will embrace the space you left and fill it with something more precious than before.

Love. Something that you never experienced in your cold bitter mind.

You shall be the queen that was over thrown, sent to the guillotine, who dissapeared.

But to us you are nothing but a mere twisted memory.

One that is burning out quickly.

You were our enemy,

you used to make us feel small,

you used to make our lives miserble.

Now we stand together and we shall send you on your way,

To never return again unless you wish to grovel, to beg for our forgivness.

But the guillotine slamed down in finality. And that sound is the answer we give you.

We have cut the thread of dispair, and ended your wrath.

You failed just like all the witchs in fairytales. The ones who fell to their deaths.{/b}