You said there is no
love;
It is like saying
that you have no mother,
You have no father,
no brother, no sister;
No one, no people who
should be
the object of your
love.
You have no son,
no daughter, and no
neighbor;
No one who should be needing
you;
Someone who should be
the object of
your love and should be
loving you;
Even God has a mother
but you have none,
For love, for you,
does not exist; and mothers
are personification
of compassion and love;
and even if you do a have a so-called mother,
she is not your mother for she destroyed you,
by somehow teaching you how to hate;
But if your hate is your own invention,
then you are, therefore, hate,
the motherless child.
and even if you do a have a so-called mother,
she is not your mother for she destroyed you,
by somehow teaching you how to hate;
But if your hate is your own invention,
then you are, therefore, hate,
the motherless child.
You are indeed a
bang,
the child of the “Big Bang”,
the child of the “Big Bang”,
someone, who exist out of
nothing,
someone who came out without a cause,
an imitation of God, of Someone
whom you claim doesn't exist.
an imitation of God, of Someone
whom you claim doesn't exist.
You have no one, you
have nothing,
you have no life; all
you have is you;
Your own nothingness,
your emptiness
that you want to
share, take it all,
you giver of nothing;
Even
in selfishness, you
are a miser;
Go and enjoy your
pervert bliss…
alone.
No! you are not an ass nor stupid;
Yours exceeds the
meaning of those words;
For those words to
define you
is unfair to those
words
as it is unfair to
you.
Congratulations,
You’ve made it!
You are more than a fool;
You had evolved;
the evolutionist that
you always wanted to be,
now, is what you are.
now, is what you are.
And you speak of
compassion
as if you have
anything to give;
This day you are
unmasked,
your duplicity and
cowardice are revealed;
you have no love,
therefore,
you have no care;
your concern is but
a shallow water.
The wise are right after
all,
“Those who have no
love
Although breathing
are dead and lifeless.”
I beg you, if you
indeed have sympathy,
At least, die alone;
we don’t need your help;
Nor share your pretentious
put-on kindness,
your illusory freedom from misery.
your illusory freedom from misery.
Please Forgive me, if at this time
my kind of pity seems harsh;
If at this moment, I am a hammer
applying the full force brand
of sympathy to a nail.
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