My Hatred of You

When I think of my hatred of you
I think of all the evil things you do---to me
All things in the past, present and what is to be
Your actions are truly cruel
And I view you as nothing more
Then an idiotic, attention grabbing whore
Who sits on their high throne taking cheap shots
One their enemies below
But sheild themselves against deadly blows
By persecuting the knight with no just trail
And wave their hands and stop their feet
To a loud, ear piercing Satanic beet
Like an ungrateful child
With a demonic, sinsister smile
And eyes like a dragon's scale
I view you as one whose only desire
Is to be above everyone and call them squire
When I think of my hatred of you
I think of all the evil you do
But because of the Catholic man I am
I pray that you may be saved
From Hell's hot eternal falmes
And God has mercy on does not blame
My misery on all the evil things you do
Which is simply why I do not care for you.