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It's not often I write out of spite.

But about someone so grievous,

to avoid reality,

I bring this into the darkness.



I know I'm sick,

that makes you a fucking disease.

Corrupting everything we represent.

Talking about love and respect

Caring only for self-worshiping.



The death of you maybe a strong thought.

It may have been cruel.

But then we were able to breathe, grow,

Without self-pitty and fear.



Only few feel this way.

Jesus your name, Atrocious your feelings

Others will love you all the same,

Other's will wake up...just like i did.