The loving mother.

Oh! mother earth, you that have suffer from love comprehend my pain; the pain caused by love. You, the loving mother of everything alive. The kids born from you pierce your skin till you bleed; the rich, black, poisonous blood that they want to possess. Your blood like the fruit of knowledge was never meant to be used by us; your children, your torture. As the kids we are, we aren't mature enough to accept the responsibility of our actions. We are selfish and take your gifts for granted. We kill our brothers and you explode in rage grounding us but end it up soon not knowing what hate is. How can you hate what you've created with love? How can you hate your children? Love hurts, but can you really hate it? The answer is easy; you can't.