Made of fury.
Made of hate,
oh, such a fire rages in you,
that it I dare not contemplate,
and you of bitter tongue,
you tear the world to shreds,
and you give them something to remember,
that they only wish to forget,
for you are of such Ill mind, and poorly educated at best,
and you, you win no friends,
with such ill-thought-out composition,
and you stride the world with anger in your mind,
and with a verbal barrage spilling,
bombastically and ripping out the hearts,
and the emotions of those who know better than you,
but still, you think you know best, you think you know best.