"Loathsomeness Rising"

Buried deep inside of me, are all
of the hateful and loathsome
feelings on which I feed and
breathe

I'll take them, and even though
they're buried deeply down,
they're bone of my bone,
and flesh of my flesh
now

If You were to listen to me
closely You could hear
them crying-out...

"Don't Save Me, this is Our Home;
  We've Fought to Dwell here, Go,
  leave Us in Pieces and Alone"

And all of these adverse feelings
inside of me, I can never see
subsiding

With my own self they don't
play well, usually...

much less the rest of inhumanity

We seem to think that we're
predestined to hatred and
rage, and it would seem
this way, but I've made
my own outcome and
it manufactured...

this is my disaster

If You were to listen to me
closely You could hear
it crying-out...

"Don't Save Me, this is Our Home;
  We've Fought to Dwell here, Go,
  leave Us in Pieces and Alone"

"The Struggle that I feel intensely
   is Real, My head back and forth
   reels; I am torn asunder, but I
   stand still"

And all of these adverse feelings
inside of me, I can never see
subsiding

With my own self they don't
play well, usually...

much less the rest of inhumanity