a short poem about a happy bunny-rabbit

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Anger!
A bitter taste to rival the cloying earnestness of angst

YE WHO HARM
may you rot

YE WHO WOUND
may you fester

YE WHO BRUTALIZE THE INNOCENT
may you find yourself
the recipient of
your own horrors.

i am no prophet
nor am I God
i'm just a girl
who wants to have something to eat.

but is it unreasonable
to request from my fellows
they act with decency

is it unimaginable that
laughter should be genuine?
happiness be the
default?

is it in the stars that humanity
must be cruel?
i do not believe so

OH BUT HOW I HATE YOU

HOW I LOATHE YOU

HOW I WISH TO SEE YOUR GRAVE BE FILLED

you fuckers you liars you cunts
you shitfaced horsecocks

you with your bloated
self-interest with your
hateful ideologies that
seek only to fill your
coffers how i wish to
declare your doom be
to see what i see!

yes indeed
the curse i curse
is the curse to see
the things i see in the
world because if you see
the beauty i see the cruelty
you inflict will suddenly become
so terrifically clear and your hateful
chorus will cease for you shall weep and
gnash your teeth and beg forgiveness for what
you've done to people and screech your regret to the sky

AND I WILL NOT FORGIVE YOU

I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

HOW I HATE YOU HOW I DESPISE YOU YOU IMBECILIC CRETINS

YOU HARM THEM

YOU HURT THEM
AND YOU DON'T EVEN
KNOW THEIR PAIN
REALLY DO YOU?

i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.
you who draw blood from a crying woman
you who defile a child
and disallow her from EVER HAVING PEACE
HOW I FUCKING LOATHE YOU

if only i believed in an afterlife in which you would learn your sins
if only i believed in an almighty father who would teach you and forgive
i could have rest from my hatred and i could have respite from my anger

but it isn't so
i've tried to have faith
i really have
i
have
tried
so
very
hard

but it's impossible for me i just can't
and so my loathing
is endless
and so my anger
is eternal
and so my hatred
can never be sated
only hidden
only masked
only bottled up.

how i despise you, you evil wretches.

how i long for the ability to forgive you

how i wish for the grace to absolve you
of the things you have done

BUT NO
I CAN'T FORGIVE
I HAVE TRIED
AND I CAN'T

AND GUESS WHAT
YOU SICK BASTARDS
THE REASON THAT I CAN NEVER FORGIVE YOU
THE REASON I CANNOT FORGET
THE REASON THAT I CAN NEVER ABSOLVE YOU
IS BECAUSE YOU HAVE INFECTED ME WITH YOUR
FILTH
I HAVE WOUNDED
I HAVE ABUSED
AND I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET IT
AND I WILL EVER BE IN THE PAIN OF KNOWING
THE BEAUTY OF OUR UNIVERSE IS
IN CONTRAST
WITH THE PAIN THAT WE HAVE CAUSED,
YOU AND I,
AND THAT IS WHY
I WISH TO GIVE YOU THE GIFT OF MY SIGHT
SO THAT YOU TOO MAY SEE
THE THINGS YOU HAVE DONE
AND HOPEFULLY COME TO PEACE
WITH YOUR EVIL
AS I HAVE MINE.

i love everyone, even you
but how i hate you
how i loathe you
knowing i am one of you
knowing i have intentionally
wounded the emotions and mind
of another
is my torture and my
penitence
what is yours?