Hate me, I’m black. Hate me, I’m white. Hate me, I’m Muslim. Hate me, I’m Jewish. It really doesn’t matter what the fuck I am because I am not like you. So hate me. Fucking hate me. You carry this passion in your heart, and it drives your life with a fire not often seen, and the heat sears your shoulders and your heart and burns that once brilliant smile. Then mother nature takes over and you finally hurt no more, and you finally hurt no more. Except to your horror, I’m the one carrying your body, and you get stuck in a six foot hole surrounded by my brethren. And the agony is unbearable and eternal and you curse the gods and the universe for their cruelty. So you look at the stones and the bones and the dirt and a thought knocks and gnaws and hurts worse than the maggots. You turn in your grave as you fight it in vain and realize with dread that you’re just like us. And the pain you feel is now one of regret and the hatred in you now burns only for yourself.