The Core of Absolute

I want him to go. Psychotic menace on the run. Ranting, raving, haunting me at every turn. Frantic, flaming, I can only let him burn. Mind splitting anger, I am one, With what, I don't know. I feed on a grudge The Lord is my true enemy Because my guilt ridden soul He won't allow To be housed in this body. He'd disavow The fear of love's true reverie: Ego, the poor judge. It's not as if I didn't try, it really isn't. To not want help(love) is to not understand what help(love) really is. Love is the core, I am love: Therefore, I am the core, and you with me. We did not decide this. We cannot change this. This is absolute. This is freedom.