I Hate All Of You

I hate all of you.
You need to hate all those who ask why
Because my words are true.
Perhaps I bake and sell a delightful lie
Just for all of you.
But you won't feel it unless you look to the sky
And wonder what's true.
For there is no good God where birds fly
Only pleasurable you.
Never people preaching good or giving shoulder to cry
Just tales not true.
Even if in those words there is morality to scry
Good's not fun for you.
Too real and too deep would such words pry
Inside you is nothing true.
Give all you have to me or it'll be taken by a guy
Who surely will hurt you.
Keep giving me your tokens and I'll make you feel spry
For to contracts I'm true.
Listen to the man in the square screaming you'll die
Until you too hate you.
I'll sell you these pellets which will send you high
For dreams are the new true.
Emotions and reality are all too painful a sigh
So I'll cure you.
Henceforth the divine word shall be buy
Through you it becomes true.
All as long as you kill every little gadfly