When you despise the masses, you just become part
of the smaller masses, but really all the same
One great mass of hate, split a thousand ways but bound
by the shivering strings and bitter taste
the taste of hate
But to separate yourself from this
you must release that hate that binds you
yield up your ill will; donate to the devil
and then
as a single mote
you can float up
and become
massless
Is this not your true wish, the artist's wish?
To become
massless?
