i thirst
i called him by his name
led to its jaws
our mortality
everyone a script
when i breathe demon dust
cumbersome neurosis
their malleability
failure, delusion
i am not one of those people
pity not the fallen
i never knew them
i am not for them
i console not
i hate the consoled and the consoler
i am unique and conqueror
i am not of the slaves that perish
be they damned and dead amen
what are they,
the rejected ones?
what is it like to be dull?
was there a loss of inner sense?
if so, i won’t engage.

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