I could kill all people
For their illimitable stupidity,
Except this few,
Who know without words
And don't waste them, aimlesly.
The rest I could kill
And spit on their corpses.
I could... Just one...
... Hateing again...

I hate again.
A thought was born in closed world of me.
She has created begining.
So different touch of the same part.
Hated. Unwanted. Forgotten.
... Like an importunate god,
Screaming at gates,
Where are no crosses.
Where's only unknown...

So frail form, so defenseless.
Surrounded by creatures,
Faces from nowhere.
Hated. Unwanted. Eternal.
... Now leave me, my angel...
This thought I will foster.
I'll give you owed tenderness.
Spurn me. Try to uderstand me.
Hate. Love. Torture.
... Like an importunate god,
I'm kneeling at gates,
Where waiting gives relief,
Or kills benevolently...
Hated has to be,
Who wants hate as well.
They squat at my feet.
They howl under my power.
I hate them! I kill and love.
... Now leave me, my angel...

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