Hate.

Pain , destruction of the soul
It's empty , dead , it's never full
It stings , it rips , it kills from the inside
The suffering , in the end , it purifies
The rott and wretched human beings
So selfish , self-conceited livings
They deserve  not even a death
But life in burning , molten ash
To rot and suffer for eternity
To realize that they are guilty
For what among themself is happening
That they corrupt and kill for nothing
But own self interests and need
They only cut and others bleed
That wheels spin and turn around
That they will suffer too , be damned
And no one will give them a hand
Will leave them there for what they've done !