It Is Febuary 1998,

With Too Many Mindless Bodies,

Walking The Face Of The Planet,

And Too Many Mindfull Bodies,

Without Enough Motivation,

To Do Anything Constructive With Their Lives,

I Despise These People,

In A Way I Can Not Verbally Express,

My Hatred For Humanity

Has Reached An All Time High,

I Believe I Am A Higher Power

And A Greater Being,

Than Our All Too Common Society,

Lately I Have Asked Myself

Should I Concede Defeat

And Conform To Our Commercialist Society,

Surely It Would Make My Life

On This World Easier To Bear,

But When I Get Near My Lowest Moments,

I Remember...



Why, I Hate The World,

And Everything, That Is Inside,

I Remember Why, That I Despise

Everything That Is Not I.