You, all of you,
you, rotten flesh,
twisted souls,
I always get your scraps,
your pain, your denial, your ignorance...
Why me?
What is it with this curse, this, this goddamned curse?
I always cared, always, forever...
And you, you just turned back into your herds of
cattle-raised humans, marching as a whole,
a blind, deaf idiot God.
And I, prayed for salvation to come from you, pile of
treason, and what I have got?
Spit in my face, my self-torturing ways,
and you, what have you get?
My very happiness, to be impaled and laughed at by
your senseless courts, your army of idiotic jokers
with their voiceless king to guide them into their empty graves...
To hell with you, to fuck with me, anyway, we won't get anywhere new...
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