The words rang through me, past my skin, into my heart and penetrated my soul. The betrayal laid not in the truth of the words but in the fact that I did not feel the same hatred for my opponent. Why can't I feel that hate? God, please grant me that hate. Please allow me to feel that annoyance when he speaks. God, you have given me a lot of pain and suffering what is a little more hate? I am begging you. Grant me some hate toward this man. Just a little. Just enough to not love him the way he does not love me. Just enough to make it not hurt when he says these things to me. Why do I have to feel all the love?
With a thousand lies and good disguise, hit me right between the eyes, RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES, Lord.
With a thousand lies and good disguise, hit me right between the eyes, RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES, Lord.
No comments:
Post a Comment