Hating people
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Silly, silly pupils.
You pathetic creatures know nothing of hate, you toss this word around as if you were absent mindedly juggling the out of date satsumas on your desk, cast aside in favour of high sugar candy bars, grease soaked chicken burgers and cans of sugary, childish juices. Pathetic and peurile you are pupils, you make me sick. What is it you think you know of hate I ask you? Do you think you have experienced the butt end of anothers hatred? Do you think you have reached a catalyctic point of combustion where you can grapple and control the forces of hatred and use them for your own devices? I don't think so weaklings, you are too scrawny and limp willed to even know how to channel a mere dislike toward anything bordering on malice.
I however own hatred. I have become hatred and hatred melded gladly with me for my soul has long been engulfed by the forces of darkness and what you mortals call evil in your simpleton two dimensional world of shadow and light. The truth about hatred is too complex for you to understand the tiniest iota of but let me paint a picture which may help you realise something;
Imagine yourself on holiday with your family, just you, your brother, sister, mom and dad. Lying on sun loungers by the pool, the pool in your delightful villa in the Florida keys. Its idyllic. As the birds sing in the distance and the sun melts the horizon into wavering bands of mercury there is a ring at the door - an old man is there waiting with a basket, a basket of satsumas which it appears he is trying to sell you. You let him in to the pool yard and ask you mom to buy some of the old mans satsumas, but the old man doesn't want to sell you the satsumas, he wants to show you something, he takes a singe satsuma and plunges his talon-like finger nails into the satsuma and screeches a language lost to this earth. Puss, blood and flies ooze from the satsuma and the peel turns to human skin, you are literally petrified, your entire family are stuck rigid in their spots as the old man, the satsuma man, 'the peeler' as the haitians know him, as he chomps his teeth and clenches his fists. He spins and casts off his overcoat revealing his Headmasters cloak for of course it is I in one fo my many guises, I have come for you to punish your future sins and purge you of your dark secrets, I will slay your mother with the bluntest of instruments, I will torture your father with the splintered fragments of her calcium deficient bones, raping him with your mothers very limbs he will cry like a baby as I devour his dignity, leaving him gasping for life as I turn to your sister. Siblings shall be slain with the weaponry of the ancients, sickles and scythes lubricated with the smegma of a thousand severed foreskins, the forceps of abortionists shall wreak havoc upon your pelvis as I crank your legs open wider until 'crack' - the bone breaks - cue your sisters face with the loose hanging jaw I just broke with my grave diggers spade, let her gorge on your scrotum in this family festival, this orgeastic matinee of nightmarish wonder. It makes me smile, it makes me cry with laughter for there is such beauty in this bloodshed, such innocence in your families raped and depraved mutilation that I weep with the tears of satisfaction, I relish in my work for I know I have surpassed being hatreds tool, I have become hatred and I absorb the weak droplet of dislike that ooze from your multiple flesh wounds for even amongst this boschian scene you cannot create true hatred. I have utter contempt for you and yours weak pupils, you are nothing to me and I dare you to think otherwise for I am in the air you breathe and behind the mirrors you masturbate infront of, I am there watching you always. You know that now dont you pupils? Of course you do. Yes. Oh yes. You know it now.
TheTeacher
(Nov 15 05, 06:02)sorry mate, you lost me there - what you trying to say?