Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.

Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

I pray that every passing hour
Your hearts may bruise and beat,
I pray that every step read more

I pray that every passing hour
Your hearts may bruise and beat,
I pray that every step you take
May bruise and burn your feet.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.

Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

There's no hate lost between us.

There's no hate lost between us.

Everybody loves success, but they hate successful people.

Everybody loves success, but they hate successful people.

There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.

There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.