When I see a couple making out in public
I wish they would go further, conceive and have a kid
And that kid results in failure that breeds sorrow and pain to the parents
And that kid disappoints those horn dog parents who couldn’t keep it in their pants
And that kid feels threatened by a world that showcases public affection
And that kid listens to NUNKUNT and finally feels passionate about his hate
And that kid learns to concentrate his hate on all of those who are in authority
And that kid- that product of love- becomes a consumer of hate and deviance
And one day, when the moment is right, that kid becomes a killer of kings
A wrecking crew, a demolition team- he will embrace the live of a lover and squeeze it and suffocate it and crush its spirit
And whether or not that kid survives- it doesn’t matter- the barracks of hell are filled with success stories of thieves, thugs, and murderers
As long as there is NUNKUNT there is hate
And when you hate you are free
Free from the binds of love and selfishness
So next time yer mammy kisses yer daddy- or you see a couple kissing and hugging
Begin to hate what you see, let it fester, let it boil into rage