It is febuary 1998,
With too many mindless bodies,
Walking the face of the planet,
And too many mindfull bodies,
Without enough motivation,
To do anything constructive with their lives,
I despise these people,
In a way i can not verbally express,
My hatred for humanity
Has reached an all time high,
I believe i am a higher power
And a greater being,
Than our all too common society,
Lately i have asked myself
Should i concede defeat
And conform to our commercialist society,
Surely it would make my life
On this world easier to bear,
But when i get near my lowest moments,
I remember...
Why, i hate the world,
And everything, that is inside,
I remember why, that i despise
Everything that is not i.
