Oh! There is hate in my heart

For this corpse of a man who only a minute ago

Would have killed us all but we got him first

Just how I’ll never know.

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Yes, there is hate in my heart

As we haul him up and drop him on the deck

And his head lops back so it’s plain to see

The fall has broke his neck.

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I hate him but still…He’s just a kid

‘Bout my age or maybe a little older

With a pleasant face not unlike mine

And his arm is gone at the shoulder.

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I say to myself, “Tis just a foe

An enemy we’ve had to slaughter

His face still bears the traces of a smile

And it’s bluish from too much water…

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Kama Katze, hated thing.

But I might have been his brother

The other men cursed him still

But I see his aged mother.

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Yes, I see his grey haired mother

She is weeping at the cost

Which he has paid so unafraid

In a battle that he lost.

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Victim of fate you could call him

It isn’t at all his fault

His ways were set before him

He was born to die for his cult.

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Then suddenly I get the thought

I’ve missed before I don’t know how

That children of Fate we all are

And I cannot hate him now.