Hypocrite


Hypocrite! Make the insane man demented!
Murderer of ambition, root of anger.
You think you’re god-
Can do anything.
You’re wrong, you know. You are wrong.

I had hope,
You-.

It was love, wasn’t it?
You didn’t get it, did you?
‘Ha’, you spat in your own face,
‘It was not love, It was something else.’

You hate yourself.
You say you hate nobody,
You say you can’t hate anybody.
But you hate yourself, don’t you.
Love others? When you hate yourself.
‘Ha’, I spit. ‘It was indeed somethig else-
It was ambition, an answer to love;
Make them hate, twist them around.
Reach into the heart, squeeze out the life.’

Yes, you give and give and remain passive.
Bullshit, it is. Lies. You lie to yourself.

You reckon you’re so good.
You can pick the faults of others so easily.
You make them hate,
Then you mock and despise them for hating.

I murder you again and again,
You rise up like bile after a bad meal.

You, my twisted mind,
You, the Hypocrite.