He’s the god who watches over you,
making sure you get what you deserve,
forcing you to your knees
while you spit blood.
Cruelty imagines a better world
in which to punish you
sending plagues of locusts
and fire to scorch the earth
you walk on. Praise cruelty—
he’s always there when you need him
listening to your woes and snickering,
“You’ll never be the same,” he says,
“so why cry about it?”
Cruelty relishes your humiliations
just as you relish humiliating others.
He shouts at you, spitting in your face.
Cruelty takes you at your word,
then lies about what you said.
He wants you all to himself.
He takes your hand and walks
you through the past until you’ve had enough
of your own history to last a lifetime.
He promises you a great return
on your dollar—“a little goes
a long way”—and delivers.
Stick with him and you’ll go places.
No depression for you, only rage.
You’ll dance on the graves
of your enemies, but only after
they dance on you.