Pity, Not Hate

Verse I

Why should I waste my fire

On things already small?

Why poison strength with hatred

That answers every call?

The weak beg for my anger,

They crave to feel me burn—

But wolves do not bare their teeth

For lessons never learned.

Chorus

I carry no hatred for what crawls below,

Hatred is heavy and blind.

I give them nothing but silence and truth—

And pity,

Cold as the North wind’s mind.

Let them call me cruel, let them curse my name,

I will not lower my sight.

For power that stoops to hatred

Has already lost the fight.

Verse II

The strong do not scream for blood,

Nor froth at every slight,

They choose where their shadow falls

And when to step into the light.

If I strike, it is not in anger,

If I spare, it is not in fear—

I simply see the measure of things

With vision clean and clear.

Chorus

I carry no hatred for what crawls below,

Hatred is wasted breath.

The weak are punished enough by time,

By truth,

By living close to death.

Let steel decide what must be done,

Let fire end the lie—

But do not mistake my stillness

For mercy…

Or mercy for mercy denied.

Outro (spoken, low)

Hatred is a chain for lesser men.

I walk unbound.

I only pity the weak.