Threshhold-STAVESACRE

Go ahead, raise your fist, revel in your mire and filth like a fat little… Pink gets ugly quick, Parading your waste, oblivious and insolent. Why don’t I just put you out of your misery, out of sympathy? I can only stand it so long. Go ahead, flash your smile, A season of fattening, prime of the canine and swine-bred children of guile Carry on, carry on, I know who I am: wretched worm, myself deserving of Hell, I fell onto mercy you despised and denied. Why don’t I just put you out of your misery, out of sympathy? I can only stand so much, Watching you torture yourself, and whoever else you can bring down with you, Bring down, bring down. Watching you curse the sky, your stomach must turn inside you, Come over to the other side, look past this fraction of life, A song took, from our souls, a home that is our own, We’re all born remembering, but few of us will know, The tip of your tongue, a memory in mind…just outside of you. Will you wake to find the rest you so clearly seek, or painfully realise that it’s lost forever? Oh, why don’t I just put you out of your misery, out of sympathy? I can only stand so much, Watching you torture yourself, and whoever else you can bring down. Bring down, Suffer. [[Category:Stacesacre]]

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