Wherever did I learn,
That love is equality?
Wherever did I learn,
That knowledge is brokered,
By terrible men,
Held in terrible hands,
And Violated daily?
Wherever did I learn,
That I learned that I learned,
And lost track of who I was?
I am a Monster.
I Feel Nothing but hate,
Revel in pain,
And whisper war in the ears of others.
I am a Monster.
I succumb to my rage,
Worship my aggression,
And Deceive the Deception Of Purity.
And I learned that I lost,
And lost what I learned,
In favor of Living,
Though only day to day.
And I felt the children of joy,
They themselves the greatest things I felt,
Closest to the Love and Happiness,
I deceived myself that I felt in turn,
And sacrificed it all in favor of Cruelty.
I can be Cruel.
I can break bones,
Dislocate joints,
And Sever appendages.
I can be Cruel.
I can mend spirits,
Teach the ignorant,
And Tolerate the hateful.
I can be Cruel,
And Love the world,
And then I can't be kind,
As in turn I can't be given kindness,
Peaceful Rest for us all,
The Omnicide we're driving for.
Humanity was born to suffer.
We die, We Live, We cry.
Humanity was born to suffer.
We war, we hope, and we love.
"And if there were nothing above-"
There is not. And we will suffer no more.
We will exist no more.
"Law was made for our happiness."
"We don't have proof of anything."
"You cannot let go of your anger."
Law was made so we can withstand our brief existence.
No we don't, If things were meant to be that easy, then there wouldn't be any questions.
If I cannot let go,
And keep it locked inside,
I will explode.
There as to be a way to let it out,
There has to be a way to let it go,
There has to be a way...
No?
Then When I die,
I will know,
What comes from not letting go.
When did I learn I was a Monster?
That happiness,
Love and kindness,
Are cruel to me,
As cold as fallen snow?
When did I learn I was a Monster,
Capable of So much more?
Of the horrors of the thoughts of man,
The Cruelty I won't let go?
When did I learn I was a Monster,
Who's a bomb that will explode?
When did I forget I was a Monster,
Not capable of letting go?
ISA
That love is equality?
Wherever did I learn,
That knowledge is brokered,
By terrible men,
Held in terrible hands,
And Violated daily?
Wherever did I learn,
That I learned that I learned,
And lost track of who I was?
I am a Monster.
I Feel Nothing but hate,
Revel in pain,
And whisper war in the ears of others.
I am a Monster.
I succumb to my rage,
Worship my aggression,
And Deceive the Deception Of Purity.
And I learned that I lost,
And lost what I learned,
In favor of Living,
Though only day to day.
And I felt the children of joy,
They themselves the greatest things I felt,
Closest to the Love and Happiness,
I deceived myself that I felt in turn,
And sacrificed it all in favor of Cruelty.
I can be Cruel.
I can break bones,
Dislocate joints,
And Sever appendages.
I can be Cruel.
I can mend spirits,
Teach the ignorant,
And Tolerate the hateful.
I can be Cruel,
And Love the world,
And then I can't be kind,
As in turn I can't be given kindness,
Peaceful Rest for us all,
The Omnicide we're driving for.
Humanity was born to suffer.
We die, We Live, We cry.
Humanity was born to suffer.
We war, we hope, and we love.
"And if there were nothing above-"
There is not. And we will suffer no more.
We will exist no more.
"Law was made for our happiness."
"We don't have proof of anything."
"You cannot let go of your anger."
Law was made so we can withstand our brief existence.
No we don't, If things were meant to be that easy, then there wouldn't be any questions.
If I cannot let go,
And keep it locked inside,
I will explode.
There as to be a way to let it out,
There has to be a way to let it go,
There has to be a way...
No?
Then When I die,
I will know,
What comes from not letting go.
When did I learn I was a Monster?
That happiness,
Love and kindness,
Are cruel to me,
As cold as fallen snow?
When did I learn I was a Monster,
Capable of So much more?
Of the horrors of the thoughts of man,
The Cruelty I won't let go?
When did I learn I was a Monster,
Who's a bomb that will explode?
When did I forget I was a Monster,
Not capable of letting go?
ISA
Dear ISA,
ReplyDeleteI hear your plea for help and may understand what you are saying. But You can let go of hate without letting go of yourself. You can be kind--you are who you choose to be. Do not believe what others may have told you about yourself. Only you know how kind and generous you truly are and how much capacity for love you truly have.