I sit on my chair, watching an infected you
sickly vomit all your infested lies
onto the blasphemous floor
with so many devilish words written on it
and I continue to sit on my fucking boring chair
watching you be as weak as the maggots
crawling into and out of your poisoned brain
trying to find the ashes of their cremated mommies
just like the false hope you gave to every single one
of the brainless fools that reside in our nation
and as your best friend, I will offer advice
peel off your fucking pretense
before the end of the world
and maybe your corrupted memories will last.
- Resonan Wilde
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