in the voice of hate
what he sees is an
abomination
his god will not stand for it
the voice inside him
gnaws and gnaws
worries at the bone
of his tolerance
when it snaps he screams
blasphemes
curses the people doing
what his god abhors
drives home in such a fury
he does not see
pedestrians
or even other cars
he gets out his guns
makes sure they are loaded
races back to the abomination
his god enters his hands
and he kills and kills and kills
then looks around
and sees that it is good
he smiles with his god's serenity
and almost doesn't notice
his god move his hands for one more kill
himself
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