Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Zygote, not the root but the seed of all evil…

Sometimes, I think of how sick people make me.
I think, “god, people are stupid.”
I see all the sh(i)t people do
To each other and
What they do to the world
And how ugly their hearts
Can get and how cold
Their souls must be and
I give a little wretch.
I think of the wars started,
Lives lost,
Self mutilation,
Self preservation,
Self medication,
Self addicting;
I think of how selfish
People are,
How gross and disgusting people
Are and will be and will become.
People are c(u)nts and pricks
And ruiner's of lives.
I think of how
Hideous their feelings are
And how god should smash
Them all with his thumb.
People are bigger animals than animals.
And I think,
“God, how I want to fall in love.”

January 7, 2008
Suge



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Zygote, not the root but the seed of all evil…

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