the new moon

I don’t have much hate in my heart, but I hate them for killing me. I hate them for hurting me. I don’t like to hate, but I do them, because they’ll never let me be. I don’t have much fear anymore, because I know this is all temporary. I laugh at all they do to me, because obviously they can’t see, all their lies when they say that we are all free.

This would be true if they will just let me be. I don’t have much anger in my heart, although I should at them, for taking my goodness away. I hate what they try to obligate me to, each and everyday. They will regret it today. Telltale now, island swimmers frown, debutante honey magic, seeing all they rise and clown. Yet I still remain proud.

I don’t have much hate in my heart, but I hate this for what it does, and I hate this place, this country, for taking all my love. So sad, so true. Its what they do to me and you. We must find the new reasons, we must find the new moon. The new moon begs for her knowledge. She laughs and dances, and sweeps away. Now to watch all things unnatural break and forsake.

Ben Harris - Natural Philosophy