the waters filthy of faith burn my skin and the fires of hate ease the pain.
the blindness of humanity can be seen from miles away yet the poets of the earth still must stay
let me rot in my grave
let me burn to cinders
let me rid myself of this awful world like a maggot coming out of its caccoon, eating through the bodies of the stupid
bringing a rancid rot dripping through the world. we curse those around us
we curse ourselves
we curse the world until we fool ourselves into superiority
contradictory premises allow the truth to be told and the duality of humanity's filth to be exposed.
©nightcore
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