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I’m but a prisoner of my own body

And of your petty misbelieves,

I lack the loathe born of your stupid pride

But still I hate that it’s the same air that we breathe…

Hate… breeds… from within…

With all its strength…

It will… arise…

I hate, therefore I am!…

Slowly but firmly your minds are rotting,

Just as your bodies - you’re walking beasts…

You write those poems of love and beauty

Just to disguise the fact that they do not exist!…

I can’t hold my dear ones beside me forever -

They fade too early, they perish so fast,

But I feel eternity clung to my hatred for you -

I’ll have my vengeance at last!