Sirens are my lullaby,
Shells are my toy.
Rubble is my nursery,
Hunger is my meal.
Tombstones are my primer,
Blood is my mother’s milk.
Wailing is the background noise,
The dead are my mirror.
I was born…
…I grew up.
Some call me integrity,
Some call me hope,
Some call me rage,
Some call me evil.
But none of these is the name I was born with—
My name is Hatred.
