Loathing

What is on my mind?

What is bothering me?

What is frustrating me?

What is haunting me?

I desperately seek to find an answer,

something to process. 

So I look back on my life.

F**K.

Almost six feet under, almost a murderer,

29 times.

Am I that fucked up?

I am ashamed of my intimate acts. 

I violated other's feelings,

But I'm not the sinner. 

F**k, how do I put this?!

It's an disorganized s**t f**k.

I am unlovable piece of c**t that deserves 

to be blasted in the genitals with a shotgun. 

I am a monster that steals, kills, and destroys.

I am covered in s**t, women's blood, and cum.

But then, there is a moment of clarity.

A spark of bloody red electricity

shooting down throughout my body.

I come to a shocking realization:

The world KILLED me.

The forces of the world betrayed me.

GOD, WHERE THE F**K ARE YOU?!

If you are truly a mighty deity of goodness,

recognize my insolence

and SMITE ME, OH MIGHTY SMITER!!!

The people of this earth murdered me.

They plunged the obsidian blade 

through my throat and

slashed all the way down

to my penis,

splitting it down the middle

in its embarrassing shame and glory. 

Meaningless!

EVERY.

F*****G.

LITTLE.

THING.

IS.

MEANINGLESS.

The desires of this world is pointless.

Possessions are temporary,

books collect dust on the shelves

for all of eternity,

pleasures are never enough,

works are never enough.

Watching the f*****g moronic sheep

of the world marvel at the 

s**t that bubbles in the inferno of emptiness.

The burnt crisp of fecal matter 

causes a stench so strong

that it penetrates the wool of the sheep.

It pierces their minds 

and puts them into a state

of oblivion.

They can't think.

They won't think. 

I try to enlighten you,

to educate you,

that there is more to this life

that the temporal s**t.

But you don't listen.

You don't pay attention.

You f*****g c***s don't get it, do you?

This world is burning.

The b***h of Babylon is sitting

on top of the North Pole -

her vaginal blood,

corroding everything from 

the forests of Lebanon

to the Nile River.

Nothing is sacred.

She then lets out a sensual moan

as she expels sin and destruction

out of the filthiest part of her cursed flesh.

The stench kills all of creation,

like how the gas chambers

annihilated the chosen people of God.

My thoughts aren't there.

They are going left and right - 

I LOATHE MYSELF!

I LOATHE THE WORLD!