Weaknees Makes One Cruel

Hatred is his inner world,
And being sober – minded,
He can't let out,
The Beast that east him from inside.
And if ones put in the key the right keyhole.
You'll see the truth
That hides within his soul.
It cries 'Hill a man or DIE'
He is reserved and nobody knows,
What's on his mind,
Distrait from reality –
The beast will show up.
It rules master's body
It speaks in his voice.
Death and destruction are spread with hands.
It's reborn and becomes the machine for Death.
Aggression should be allowed to let go
From the depth of consciousness.
He was abased in childhood
And wasn't recognized by anyone at all.
To prove himself and others
That he surpasses the world
His hatred
Is just – the vengeance for himself.
He blames others, He sentences them to Death,
Perverting In the ways of torments
And This Is not For entertainment,
But for quenching The intense ache inside of him,
As amorality tortures him and he has no courage
To admit himself mad.
And he won't surrender To the alive.