Hatred Has Name
Whenever I look at you I feel like screaming
Because you banished your own flesh and blood
And you scourned and spat on the ground that
Your only son walked on.
Yet when you look at your only son you laugh
But when you look at your only daughter you smile
What is wrong with you?
Your suppost to love both of your kids
Yet you treat one like he's a nobody.
A father this bad shouldn't have kids
But you father two
With iron will and hatred in the heart of
Your one true love.
What is the name I am looking for?
Oh yeah, it's Lord Ozai
Maybe you should be called something worse
Because you made everyone around you fear
And hate everything about love and memory.
Nothing can be saved from your hatred scourn
Of lies and defeatable sin of sinners.
You are nothing but a king
That uses his power to keep in
The shadows of things and the ones you love.
So why don't you fess up to the scourn
That your followers give you?
Is it because you are afraid? Or is it because
You are to selfish and greedy to notice
The horror of your ways?