Oh, deep seeded hatred from inside, 
And the anger of my wretched pride, 
They pull me with desires I will not abide. 

I can feel the evil under my skin, 
That layer of flesh that hides my sin, 
And all my chaotic madness that lies within. 

I am the time bomb that is quietly ticking, 
That longs for the glory of pain and suffering, 
That desire for blood on my hands is sickening. 

We all desire the freedom of this madness, 
To pursue screams that betray a victim's sadness, 
Such goals hide weakness from the world's harshness. 

Psychoanalysis of Men
By Charles Moffat

Men are easily manipulated
They are jerks
Every one of them
They are obsessed with sex
They want to bed every woman they see
Beware of their impulses
Their greedy nature
They are sexist pigs
Every one of them
You could do a lot better
And just become a lesbian