Psalm 1: The Litany of Hatred
I cannot weep but I can hate.
I can be the father of hate.
I can nurture hate.
Make it grow.
Make it strong.
Make it take wing.
Make it long of fang and claw.
Hate is the knife in my hand.
Hate is the gun in my fist.
Hate is the worm in my heart.
Hate is the poison in my brain.
Hate is the fire in my sinews.
Hate is the beast in my loins.
Hate is the prayer in my soul.
Hate is my Commandment.
Hate is my Covenant.
Hate is my Communion.
Hate is my Creed.
Hate is my Cross.
Hate is my Christ.
I cannot weep but I can hate.
There Are Times
There are times when what you need is hatred more than anything else. I don't have the desire to explain where I'm coming from right now but thanks for reading even if you don't agree.
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St. Hatred, Pray for Us.
Anyway, your witticisms have been missed..'
WTF! WTF! The Good Ole Squid
WTF! WTF! The Good Ole Squid is Back! Good times, right?! No?!
St. Hatred, Pray for Us.
Anyway, your witticisms have been missed..'



Hate???
Hate cages all the good things about you. ~Madrianne Arvore
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