you will be hated by someone
and for any reason or
none at all
there will be a cross
or a bomb
or rows of ovens waiting to have the
human soot scraped from their
hinges
and there will be soldiers
and there will be alcohol and
women to treat like dogs
your wife
who will be made to crawl
or your daughter
who will be fucked by
a dozen faceless strangers
and wherever you are
there will be rain
and then crushing heat
and the corpses will bloat
your ideas of beauty will be
smothered by
thoughts of revenge
and you will hate for any reason
or for no reason at all
you will drive home the nails
without beliefs
we have nothing
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