"Anger and hate are supreme."
Above all the other things
That we can't feel.
We, the Nobody,
Cast out from your pathetic society.
You claim that we can't feel.
The illusions our minds latch to,
To you, aren't real. Not at all.
But they are, and we can express
The non-existent feelings that you obsess
To press to us that it isn't true.
Anger
Is the feeling we feel
When you tell us we can't exist;
We aren't real?
How can you claim such when we stand before you?
Not as strong as you, but certainly not as weak?
Hate
Is the feeling we feel
When you call us nothings;
Such wounds don't heal.
How can you claim such when we have a soul, a name?
Not as important as you, but certainly more special?
So above all the other things
That we can't feel.
There are only two that we KNOW is real.
We suffer in pain, and agony,
But we hold to what we believe:
"Anger and hate are supreme."
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This drabble-poem was inspired by a quote said by everyone's favorite Xem-Xem, explaining how, above all the emotions they 'can't' feel, they know that anger and hate are the best…I think…