No need to kill and no need to bite So envision life of fortune and misinformation form Formless melancholy is the game of life Danger surrounding us, it’s a dangerous escape The axe of murder a disgrace of grace Bliss not in this vision But truthful decisions To splice or dice the illusions With an axe of hate Bate is on the mind of hate Let go of life and nothingness arises Let go of ego and emotions tighten No need to hate your parent’s kiddo There watching you as you bringing down the axe Below your waist line Not upon your mind But innocents of life What is your problem kiddo? Hate yourself that much?