A letter of Love…
I gave you all my love, I gave you more than I could give. I gave you my trust and my faith and my dreams. When we slept under the moonlight, I spoke to you about my dreams and hopes and ambitions and all my fears. When you kissed away my tears, I believed that we would be together. And now, you have done this to me. When you slipped that green dress onto my naked body today, I felt as if there could be no better feeling under God’s watchful eye. All my dreams shattered, all hopes dashed into a million poisoned shards. And these are not my hopes, these are pieces of my heart, and now they sting so. I kept dying for you, kept flying for you. And I believed, oh I was a fool to believe. A man like you can never love. He can only take, and once you take what you want, you leave me here to burn away. To add fuel to the fire, the evil fire that burns inside you, devouring humanity and peace and thought and sanity. All you see is the young one, and you write poems to her, and sing songs to her greatness. Once, these songs were sung to me. This man will leave you like he has left me, you ungainly whore. And then I will laugh, and then I will cry, because he will have been long dead then. He does not love you. He loves the feeling of loving you. It is a curse, this love of love itself. It devours a steady man from the mind inside. It can strike anytime. Don’t hurt yourself over him. Heed my words, and you will survive my wrath. Someone once said , “ Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned” And he was right. I will have my retribution, my final closure. I will be living when he is long gone. He thinks he can just take his things and run away. I’m not going to be easy for you to live, Sonny. You are going down a lane that ends in a wall and a forever-broken heart.
You have raped me, you seed of Satan. You have raped me and sold me to a thousand men, and they have raped me and shared me with a thousand others. And each time, I only see your face, remorseless, satisfied, arrogant. You want me to suffer. You want me to suffer, because I’m only made of love for you. But you never did realize, that there is a feeling greater than revenge, and it is closure. I want closure. I want to see you beneath me, begging for mercy. My children have been murdered. You killed infants, young ones, healthy men and old people alike. You are unjust, Dear Man, and now I shall catch you. I am the true master of this planet, because I am the planet. And you shall pay. You tears will be swept out of your eyes. You screams will be drowned in the gale of retribution. It is time that Man pays and the Earth collects. I will burn your art, and erase your thoughts. Destroy your grain, and uproot your mind. Get ready to suffer, and suffer for every day until your death. Death for you is far away friend, and I will be with you all the way. Not comforting you and going with you, but taking you with me. And you will suffer. You will suffer at your own hands. Your children will strangle you with innocence, and then eat your body in taste. They will devour the source, and will then be cut up and returned back to the mud of Creation. Your nightmare starts now.
With Hate
Earth.
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