Fear and Loathing in Mahwah, NJ - Titus Andronicus

Why do you do the things you’ve done

And how dumb would you have to be

To do them again like I know you’re going to

If you’re the poet you say you are and beauty’s in everything you see

Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you

Because when there’s suffering, you’re there

From southern trees, you hang them in the air

The world screams out in agony and you don’t care

But should the shit hit the fan

I just pray you will not be spared

Fuck you

You took a heart with so much room for love

And filled it with hatred and rage

Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die

People will tell you that if you don’t love your neighbor then you don’t love

God

But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes

Now the way we hold each other so tight

Would look more like a noose if held up to the light

Because we betray each other in dreams every night

Now let’s never speak of it again, all right

Even now I curse the day, and yet, I think

Few come within the compass of my curse

Wherein I did not some notorious ill

As kill a man, or else devise his death

Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it

Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself

Set deadly enmity between two friends

Make poor men’s cattle break their necks

Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night

And bid the owners quench them with their tears

Oft have I digg’d up dead men from their graves

And set them upright at their dear friends' doors

Even when their sorrows almost were forgot

And on their skins, as on the bark of trees

Have with my knife carved in Roman letters

‘Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead

Tut!

I have done a thousand dreadful things

As willingly as one would kill a fly

And nothing grieves me heartily indeed

But that I cannot do ten thousand more