Hate

You've taken over my mind. You've raped my
thoughts with your image viruses then sold me fake
cures for your own disease. Your words and pictures
scream orders at me like angry prison wardens. When I
cover my ears, your voices echo in my head. I hate
you. When i see your billboards, your talk shows, your
rock concerts and your factories, when I see the work
of your twisted libidos, I want to kill you. I want to set
fires, plant bombs, derail trains. I want to smash your
buildings and tear at your bodies until the skin of my
hands is worn to the bone. I am filled with a rage that
burns my eyes.

I don't want to feel this way. You have done this
to me. These feelings are the fruits of your multi-
billion dollar sowing. And I am not alone. There are
other like me out here. Every suicide, every madman,
every man and women who gets a gun and just starts
shooting -- these are your illegitimate children. They
don't know what they are doing. All they know is
hate for the invisible walls which you have raised
around them, Hate for the narrow path you have tried
to make them walk. And the innocent pay in blood for
your negligence

Remember this: My mind is big. The more you try
to push me down and make me small, the greater the
pressure inside me becomes. The greater the pressure,
the greater the chance of explosion. There was once
a time when i felt love, but now I feel only hate and
anger, and fear at what i might do. And you can tell
me to "BE HAPPY," but i know what you really mean

"BE QUIET".