
but the twenty soldiers of death come marching,
burning on one end and ready on the other
and I submit to their cause.

yet the fugger in you; was an asshole at birth
and right about now, you recognize it.
You identify its failings, and you characterize its characteristics.
Stinks like shit I tell you; but you must do it.
Only to plan it out on paper; and write it on a book.
in hopes of changing, evolving, the bastard that’s’ plagued your existence.
And then you wait...
… For fuck knows what.
Its funny how life experiences can completely change you.
Transform your bolstering confidence into a bag of marshmallows; break a heartless bastard to weep tears of pain and convert a loveless heart ... to believe.
Its hard to imagine then, that there is no God in this world.
Quote of the day:-
.. before you, I did'nt
after you, I dont want to ..
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