Your Apple Hate

When your God forged you he had wished that you would love in tenderness and purity… but you in pure naiveté defiled his intentions... and instead of spreading love… you made it.

Your thirst to prove your carnal potency trampled the embers of your God’s desires to ashes… such was your impotency to act upon the orders of your God…

Love was but a piece of timber to a blazing fire, the inferno that followed was defiant. You revelled around the bonfire as your God curdled in his grave beneath the hearth.

Through the smoke rose the emotions undiscovered by you… deeply hidden by your God. ‘The Capital Vices’ some call them ‘The Cardinal Sins’, but who are they to call them sins, they are but succulent, insatiable fruits so voraciously demanded by you… Lust, Greed, Vainglory… you love them all… you WANT THEM ALL… so don’t you dare call them sins, you rapacious whore.

Wave after wave of emotion followed alas by the last one… which you still love the most. The most erotic of all feelings… the one which gave a whole new meaning to love, desire, temptation and sex… you know what it is… it is what drives you every moment of every godforsaken day… it turned your love more savage, your desires more orgiastic, your temptations more licentious and the sex… it made the sex more beastly, more bodily … much much more unchaste…

That feeling is… nothing more… and nothing else… but HATE.

Those eyes of your have glistened up, haven’t they… I can sense it… the pure perfect epitome of all that you could possibly desire from your God’s burning corpse. You love to hate so much… its oxymoronic… it is so impure that it’s benign… it is so bloody perfect that it’s wrong…

Hate drives the caravan of your life; all other emotions are just lounging in the back seat. At a certain point in your life you could kill for money, love, food, sex… but now you’d give all those away just to kill once again… just one more time… because it was utterly invigorating to see someone’s blood gush out the throat and form a crimson puddle right in the front of your very eyes… hate is so reliving, so relaxing… so much more humane…

Your world is nothing but a carnival of bloodlust and perversion, a whorehouse of sodomy and forbidden deeds and you enjoy every tainted bit of it. You love to be hated than cherished; you are the true offspring of Sodom and Gomorrah; you carry vendetta in your heart, debauchery in your mind and the devil in your womb.

But how could you have known, you were nothing but an innocent soul who so angelically opened God’s coffer of human sins and was vehemently exposed to the cataclysm that followed.

How could you keep yourself devoid of hate? How could you not know the ecstasy of hateful and brutal fornication? How could you… you feeble soul… how could you remain so naive?

For hate is nothing but an apple… red, luscious, voluptuous… so irresistible, so tempting… you cannot wait to dig your teeth into it and suck out its scrumptious juices… just like sex… just like murder… the juices dripping from the sides of your mouth as you dig further inside, further and further inside… so surreal, so orgasmic… exactly like sex… exactly like murder…

Your hate is an apple… you rapacious whore… your hate is an apple…