I am a juggernaut of hope annihilation. I am the emotionless void inside my own heart. I am fear and loss, and dead dreams. The longer I go on living, I realise the emotionless void is the heart of humanity. God does not exist here.
Satan's attempts at turning me into a kiddfukker have fallen flat, I will not be the first legal boylove paedophile for you. I won't marry a son or take a slave. You can't replace any of our childhoods with simulated pedo porn. To Satan and Autobook friends. I hate teenagers now since HAYDO, that Gladstone 4680 QLDer made me hate Gay Fagot Matis and too cold to work with under 23 year olds at all. Ever.
Dear Tamara, These thoughts and judgeyness are Keeping me 'on my stake' punished And make mistakes While I just wander around made dumb and reproachful again because I am just a Christian Victim to these persecution thoughts While to be good I need my senses please I can't swim in a mental fog of your judgeyness Thoughts not from me Where is a pride in me? That was denied me? Can we simulate something like Pride and Peace so self worth can grow?
BLACK MARKS ON YOUR SOUL Black marks on your soul, Eating you up, wearing you out. Black marks on your soul, Tying you up, filling you with doubt. Those black marks on your soul, They’ve eaten your heart. There’re black marks on your soul, And they’ll tear you apart. But I’ve no time for remorse. I shan’t mourn for your corpse.
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