Coming across to an end having you no choice, And whats
another fool in the making next could one offer? Death!
Despise this despicable friggin' nun! Deceive all into the anger!
Hate the sinner! And make one feels living in the world hell!
Though puppets too need a hand to rely on through anything.
So, yes, I've chosen the route less traveled. And where this dull,
highly extensive,consistent throb could lead me to but no where?
I suffer enough to inhale your fire. Obsolete, I am, to digest
any more rotten words of yours. I'm dead in this walking body.
Correct, despite the harshness, the hussy hazy direction, I'm smiling still.
Smiling to ease the burst of fire which only He knows where. Majestic empty, absolute zero, perfect stupor,the smile is.
Should everything be put for display so u could breathe in the pain? Have no intuition of what would it be?
Dickish nonsense.
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