Hate is a Twisted Knife
I know this guy who was once mistreated by some people. This mistreatment was never addressed and he continued to harbor a grudge against them. Any sign that they had "feet of clay" caused him to rejoice. Any good that befell them caused him to grumble and complain. He never missed an opportunity to cause them difficulty or discomfort. He always let others know how much he didn't like them.
And that kind of hate
is a twisted knife
turning in your hand
turning in your hand
dangerous to hold
dangerous to use
I was talking to a man about the way I feel when I am angry. Sometimes I feel like I am riding a huge wave. I feel righteous and I find an angry eloquence that decimates my enemies. I am so hugely angry that I can't control or stop myself. It frightens me, and at the same time thrills me. People used to come to my office to listen to me on the phone with vendors who didn't deliver what they promised.
The thing what frightened me was how much I enjoyed that feeling and how easy it was to turn it on. I try to stay away from that now. I would much rather work things out with people.
He said, well now you know why we have wars.Originally posted by dovie devine to Feeding the Baby at 3/22/2006 07:30:00 AM
I was talking to a man about the way I feel when I am angry. Sometimes I feel like I am riding a huge wave. I feel righteous and I find an angry eloquence that decimates my enemies. I am so hugely angry that I can't control or stop myself. It frightens me, and at the same time thrills me. People used to come to my office to listen to me on the phone with vendors who didn't deliver what they promised.
The thing what frightened me was how much I enjoyed that feeling and how easy it was to turn it on. I try to stay away from that now. I would much rather work things out with people.
He said, well now you know why we have wars.Originally posted by dovie devine to Feeding the Baby at 3/22/2006 07:30:00 AM
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