The drink of hate
Raging down his throat
A fire enkindled within
Burning, blazing, blistering
Turning him senseless
Giving him torrid red desire
A hateful, deceitful yearning
Changing, morphing, transforming
Unleashing the fiery beast within
An incensed bull, vexed, and bitter
Those who know him, fear the inevitable
Knowing, dreading what comes next
A fearful hatred sparking in their eyes
Despising this sorry excuse for a man
Loathing the despicable diablo malefico
Who stands, wobbly, filled with cruelty
Intent on delivering marring detriment
Seeking a cowering victim, anemic, debilitated
Clueless, knowing not what he is doing
Hypnotized, controlled, manipulated
By Satan’s potent commanding tool
The drink of hate