Under the guise of love you hide hatred you have made a stand near a woman or a man you have turned them into your prey and standing like a dog over a bone you hate all those who squint at your feast The egoism of satiation you call love As soon as love is given to you you turn the free and loving one into a servant and slave appropriating to yourself the right to take offense And to make him serve himself better you execute him by the hourly spectacle of your sufferings