Love to Hate You (An Inner Monologue)

No it's not righteous.
You are not that pious and you
Most certainly know that yet,
Somehow you fooled yourself to believe
That it's your god damn rights to be
Angry, at anyone opposing your creed.

Your Creed. You call it but in reality
It is something you borrowed
No, more like inherits.
Like you forefathers did
And you carry the same load
Making the same mistakes without
Truly knowing "it" which is quite the opposite
of belief but you make believe anyway.

Now let's talk about that anger.
Who are you angry at? No, who are you
Really angry at?
Is it the people on the net you never met?
Or is it that deep inside you know
You hide the fact that you are never satisfied
With the state you are thrown into
Without any consent.

Now you just need an outlet
to vent out your frustrations and
Your suppressed regrets.
So whenever you see that tweet
That doesn't meets your quote unquote wits,
You get all red and god forbid
If it goes against your creed?
It's just so, fucking, sweet.

'Cause now you believe
You have an obligation to fight
Backed by a book and your men.
So you strike with the might of a knight
To snare and tear'em open with your pen
And you thought you saw right through them
And you showed the world the true light.

But in reality,
Darkness brewing inside you for ages
Got the better of you one more time.
Cause the pages of that book you hold,
Never called for such a vulgar crime.
The book, no matter which one, all of them
Speaks of taming your game.

So at the end all that's left to say is,
The sooner you understand,
The sooner the healing can begin.