First you hate us
Then you debate us
Then you equate us
Then you berate us
Then you inflate us,
just to save face
Then run back to Jesus, conversation erased
Blissfully unaware that you wouldn’t have to hate us if you’d just contemplate us.
But you’ve already erased everything but your hate.
Married to the idea that there’s no knowledge but fate.
So why do much more than just speculate?