the Beauty of Man

By
the Beauty of Man

is my curse,
the superiority

deems me scum,
an ability to love,

makes me hate.

but I am glad I can hate;
the hate is deserved.

let it engulf me;
pain and punishment.

let it kill from within
(rip, tear, slash gnaw)
the monster inside--
it was permitted existence by
the Beauty of Man





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