I Hate You
Dear Humanity,
I hate all aspects of you both large and small.
Your propensity for violence and denial of reality is sickening as others under your mantle suffer unjustly for it.
I fear if you run into anything intelligent and not of you, it will end in death, not of them, but of us, think Aztecs versus superior technology and disease; it did not end well.
You are your own worst enemy, you will be your own destruction taking every rational minded member down with you.
But I’m not immortal and will simply become bone and dirt of a very real and breathing Earth.
Like a child with a fever heats up to increase the effectiveness of their immune system, Earth is doing the same.
I wish you a slow and excruitatingly painful death because Karma is a vicous mama chihuahua.
Yours Truly,
A hopeless party.
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