I hate you and your kind because you are lost scholars, wastes of breath in false worldly pursuit ignorant belligerents of philosophy, empty vessel wretch callers, nothing to gain but everything to take in your ill regarded refute I hate you because there are more of you than there are of us, and I hate you because somehow when this age came, in your eyes number mattered more than heart I hate you because you are wasted potential, beacons of transgressions we should have grown from but instead we are no further than where we were to start But I hate you most of all because we are no different on many levels that the eyes can perceive Rest assured one day I'll take that absence with salt in my grave, it's truly when my merit will gain me my leave
