Why I Am LESS Then Human. A poem By Ross E F Lombardi.

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Why I Am LESS Then Human.

 By Ross E F Lombardi.

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I like helping people. - I’d help almost anyone

I’d even help those who dislike me, for the right reasons

And one day, who knows, - You might need my help.

I hope that one day, You Do need my help.

I Dream that you might one day, Need my help.

In the same way, I would go out of my way to help anyone,

Anyone else, - that is.

I fantasise that one day I am the Only one that can help YOU.

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Because know this my ex-wife, My ex-love, - Whether you are,

Screaming

Crying

Drowning

Bleeding

Dying

I will Never help You.

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My phone will stay in my pocket - I will walk away.

It may cost me my family, my friends, my freedom.

I am fully pre-prepared to pay that price for this burning ice.

I affirm that potential cost out loud, three times, every morning.

Like an evil prayer. - I gain strength from this poison.

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There is no redemption for me.

No forgiveness for either of us.

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For this precious empowering hate, you have given me,

Is a jewel, that is worth far more than social acceptance.

My callousness revenge is more valuable than freedom or survival.

I'd rather die unloved, alone and unlovable - than give up this highly addictive cold rage.

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Know this, my ex-wife,

My ex-love,

My hate is eternal and all self-consuming.

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I will NEVER do anything to You or against you.

Other than avoiding and ignoring you.

BUT – Know this!

That I will NEVER do Anything FOR YOU either.

Not even show you the most basic of human decency.

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This is why I am I Am LESS Than Human. - Far less than human.

Unlike other bigots who want to have a circle-jerk friends group.

Unlike other haters who just want to belong to something.

I actually know what REAL Hate is!

This rage and hate are mine alone.

Mine!

I will not share it!

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If you burn – Then you burn.

That simple.

My soul will wither in this cold damming frost as you become screaming ash.

I am hell-bound, and I know it.

Gladly, I would let you suffer and burn alive,

Rather than save myself.

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I stare into the void.

Then void looks into me.

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The void flinches First!

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For I am worse than it

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