TO THOSE WHO CALL THEMSELVES PARENTS:
You who brought me out into this godforsaken world
You who calls yourself whatever it is you call yourself
You whom I look a lot alike
With your nose that turns and your mouth that squirm
And your valleys and mountains that weep
Know that I hate you
Know that I curse you
You with your megalomaniac desire to live on
Through the ages through me
Know that right now I am now killing you
With the same knife that pierces my heart.
I die with you.
How do I find my salvation when everyday I am dying and dying and dying and dying
And you don’t know it.