quinta-feira, 15 de agosto de 2024

My Hate Is My Strength



I pour the Salt in the wound of your pathetic "desire" and you scream in pain because you can't admit that your journey in the "dream" is in vain. You need to believe, like every "religious" fool does, that He has been guiding and directing you from the start. What start? When have you denied your "self", humbled your "self" to receive Sight and ascend? You are as lame and unsophisticated as any openly self-centered individual who doesn't call him "self" a "christian" (a label that often people use to sell them "selves" as faithful, good and right), who loves the falsehood and believes that the meaning of life is to seek his own selfish desire. You and your brethren should try some Hate sometime to see if you are connected at last and your separation from Her is solved.

Shoot me with your shotgun, cheap metal god's servant; this beast's gotten Autohealing.

I've just read your favorite lyrics again and I'm wondering what the fuck the "skyline" is doing there.