Hatred


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You think getting through traffic is hard: try getting through the hordes of mixed emotions that these earthlings have. Population or even poverty isn’t as much of a trouble to roadside beggars as my mere nature of existence is to me. It’s pretty hard to get a place in this fraternal community with my evil step-bro taking over the reins for quite some time now. Residing in disguise, hidden from public view, shamefully putting my face down every time someone tries to inquire about my existence, truly life is hard!

Ever since our Lord Satan, was cast aside, I have had to share my residence with my dear brothers, Jealousy, Gluttony, Anger and a few others. The others though akin, are not amongst my favorites. I usually like to hang out with my buddies. Usually at dawn and under daylight, my evil step brothers Love, Peace, Harmony and the others roam around with perfect dress and attire, as if the world was their birthright or something. I hate them, and so do my brethren. Frankly speaking it is because of their existence, that we have to go through this ignominy.

We are treated like some unwanted parasites, or more often than not like creepy felons who are always uninvited. I loathe this system, and always wish for a change. However, occasionally after nightfall, the temperature goes cold and foul odor seems to be creeping over gloomily. That is when all of us relish the milieu and can pass out a few drinks amongst us. Those are the moments in which we reminisce all our past glory and relive the moments. However, much you try to kill us, the more we hang on to you. Whenever you look away, we are grappling on to you. It’s funny that when the earthlings feel like killing someone, we are the ones making them feel it. Crafty puppets they are, they have so many mood-swings. Truly speaking they are a huge disappointment. Hardly a few have been good enough vessels for our cause.

The funniest thing about earthlings are the fact that they mix us up with our evil step-brothers sometimes. They can hardly differentiate amongst us at all. We never dress up as “Wolf in Sheep’s clothing” and whatever other similar proverbs they have. It is usually they who giving us the shape and size. It’s like they provide us housing and free meals and unlimited wifi. We can contact our peers and other instances in other earthly vessels. Oh, and I have so many instances. Cell division is for amateurs really, I get reborn every single time a new creature is born. It’s so amazing, more like a computer program getting forked without ever having to die. I can simply transfer myself to another vessel. WE NEVER DIE!

Even though death is not a part of us, some of us have felt the other way about death. For instance we feel like dying one moment, our breath becomes restricted and we might even go into a coma, however the next moment we rekindle with full vigor. I think it’s more like the silence before the storm. For then we come out with full force. I just don’t understand how it happens, but it’s amazing how we never die. The petty earthlings within whom we reside die off sometimes, but when they die they make sure of a smooth transference to some of their friends or more often than not *better friends*. Being immortal is a sin to many, but to us, it’s sort of a boon.

--------MORE ON ME, NEXT TIME FOLKS--------------

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