He doesn't like us,
he never wanted us.
He thought we were foolish,
so we experienced his anguish.
He hates us,
he still doesn't want us.
He strikes us with sorrow,
yet we treat him as a hero.
He detestes us,
he wants to be rid of us.
He is the worshipped,
his revenge has erupted.
He kills us,
a thousand times he kills us.
He leaves us at a dead end,
and love he is yet to send.