I don't have much to give to this miserable who knocks at my door. Blessed alms! Bless my alms! I don't have much to give but i have no need to get. Comfort myself in this situation. I feel good. Blessed alms! Bless my alms! How much i love the miserable who comes to me. How comfortable it is to give my cynical coins. I think to myself: Ha, miserable! Would die if not for me. Thou art there, begging, looking up. Me here, doing charity, looking down. Lucky for thou that i'm a nice rich man! Gave me alms? Well done, i despise thou! Hate thou, for i bent myself before thou. I can't give alms as thou doth give. All my life thou hath done good unto me. Helped me. Warmed me. Gave me alms? Well done, i despise thou! Damn alms! Damn fucking alms! I hate thou because i need, need thine cynical alms. I despise thou! Hate thou with all my strength! I despise thou! If one day (evil as i am) i'm above thou, Would i lose the opportunity of reaping vengeance of everything thou hath done unto me? I bent myself. Thou helped me, but i bent myself. I was starving, and thou, thou sat me at thine table. But i bent myself. Oh, how much i love my ingratitude! Thou gave me what was comfortable in giving, And what thou would like, what thou'd like me to have. Now i shall feel comfortable. What have i always wished upon thou? Only thy suffering! I was starving, THOU fed me. I was cold, THOU warmed me. Annoying THOU, always THOU...