having a normal conversation
I bear this cross, and you choose to stomp on me
Is my pain and suffering not enough to satisfy you?
Must you rend my bones to dust and my flesh to mince?
Is the blood spilled from your own kind near enough to quench your bloodlust?
I hope maybe in my infinitesimal moment of pain and suffering, you find my soul resting in eternal damnation as I drag you into the jaws of Satan personally
yes, i must.
i am your antithesis, the opposite of everything you stand for.
i will continue until the burns out, until the stars cease their twinkle, until this universe in nothing more than an endless void.













