How Can You?

How can you still have so much respect

After all the crap I pulled?

My own family thinks I’m some kind of retard

And you think I’m a hero?

I say, love doesn’t fade…

But as the poem I wrote about Jeroboam and Hannai

Shows, love that cannot be expressed

Wells up into the

Perfect form of hatred.

Please, though we must part

Love me from afar like I do you.

You will find all of that hate go away

And I cannot help it that Satan lies.