Every thought that passes
through my head is holy,
placed there by the Lord
who is the God who made me as I am,
Holy in my lust, holy in my hate,
All my desires are sanctified by His will,
all my spites righteous through His might and love.
God's holy hate justifies my own
for hear these words, He has uttered, "Jacob have
I loved, but Esau have I hated,"
and so simply He blesses me when I blast
those who do not know Him, (and the so many
that pretend to) the people who have abandoned Him
and those who lyingly stayed nearby.