| | Get out, we don't want you here. Really? You can't keep me out, and that's a fact. Face the music, trace the lines, face the crowd and look behind, there's no one there, so stop and stare, devoid of care, look around. You're the only one who's lacking here... You're the only one who's dying here... You're the one controlled by fear, you can't break your own egotistical shell. And all for what? All for naught... Let yourself go and fall to the floor, embrace your own destructive lack... Now that you've joined the rest of us, take a peek back up. The only thing you see from those above is the ass, what do you think we thought of you? Where do you think we got the image of you from? Where's your head gone to, you childish figurepiece? Representative of the shit that we scoff and cough at. Sickened at this repetetive abscence of conscious and conscience. What you know is nothing, therefore right and wrong are a basis of your aural interpretations, no thoughts of your own, and vengeance is just another suitable emotion, but you'll never get by using it... Revenge is sweeter to the one whom is being targeted, because they know they've won in the end, but setting you over the edge. Pay them back, and you're left with their debt...
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