the tiniest love on this planet

these words are shit and they fucking know it

they're screaming at me and making me tear chunks out of my flesh my hand is still bleeding the cut is not scabbing over

from the sad weapons that my speaking turned into

as evil as any god, i will teach your children to kill

shine the light on dark wounds as they laugh

drive nails through their skin

the life burning in their blood is the only source of warmth in this dark corner as i martyr them

but it's not that dark

we can see ourselves

as everything that is disgusting and profane

and so we are everything

trying to create some sort of record of this filth

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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