I hate you
Every time I look at you
I see what is wrong with the world
I hate you
I hate the fact that I am one of you.
The world was not made to be conquered
Man was not made to be king or god
We call ourselves civilized
We call ourselves human
We are nothing but scum on the earth
What we call progress and development
Is nothing but greed and evil
felling trees for wood we don’t need
Killing life for meat we don’t need
I sometimes ask myself why god made man
Was he so unhappy with what life was
that he had to destroy it?
Is he such a sadist that he gives his own creation
such a slow and painful death?
I hate you.
Everyday of your life, you try to reach heaven
Or more specifically to escape hell
What you don’t realize is that there is no escaping
The damnation that you are so afraid of.
Where you are now is the hell of man’s own creation
The only way to escape is by accepting the one thing
that you so wish to ignore and escape - Death.
I hate you
You made hell
You made this place where everyday spirits are broken
Where each moment, the will to survive is lost
or rather murdered.
Each and everyone of us is now in our own personal cage
And by now are so numb to our own need for freedom
That even if the door was open and to cross it would mean freedom
You could not or rather would not because
Freedom to you is just an illusion, just a dream.
You silently submit to those who wish to control.
Both immediately damned - one by the need to be told what to do
And the other by the need for power.
Guess what you just lost?
I hate you
For living in the world - seeing and yet blind
Feeling and yet numb.
I hate you
For doing this every second, minute, hour and day of your life
You know what? Sometimes ….
I hate me too!
written in 2002.