The Book of the BAWWWWW
this is an open letter to the world.
if you find fault with it, pity only your self deception.
you will surely hate my hand and my words, but i am stronger.
your ignorance is known but i,never.
i openly mock you.
you...the dead and the dying.
you...who've spent your life making excuses for why you're not responsible for your inability to cope.
you...the unfit whom i will let die in misery.
you...who fill yourself with banal and insignificant pleasures.
you...with your idiotic ideals.
you...with your laughable self serving morality.
you...who coddle yourself with trivial supplications of meaning.
you...who aren't even alive.
you!....a passive spectator who has convinced yourself that you're actually taking part in life.
you!...who would only grant meaning to those who your superiors recognize.
you!...insignificant worm.
you...who's moronic yearnings lead you closer and closer to the stupefaction of your senses.
you...loathsome speck.
you...who's infantile urge for self validation has caused you to mindlessly praise any who would recognize you as an equal.
you...with your tiny woes.
you...with your weak joys.
you...who's grandest designs pale in comparison to the people who you've shamelessly ripped off.
you...with your mindless formalities and ethical whims.
you...who's entire life has been a sham leading up to this moment, and this moment is shit...
this moment reflects you.
i'm laughing.
i'm laughing and smugly pissing on you from on high,
watching you blissfully inebriate yourselves on this vintage wine
that flows freely from my cock.
if i had a red cent for every fake, genre repeating, bandwagon jumping, uncreative pack of style obsessed primates in this country, i would own you.
no, think about it...
i would own YOU.
i would own you and you wouldn't be any the wiser.
i am LUST and POWER.
i watch you fall before me.
if you find fault with it, pity only your self deception.
you will surely hate my hand and my words, but i am stronger.
your ignorance is known but i,never.
i openly mock you.
you...the dead and the dying.
you...who've spent your life making excuses for why you're not responsible for your inability to cope.
you...the unfit whom i will let die in misery.
you...who fill yourself with banal and insignificant pleasures.
you...with your idiotic ideals.
you...with your laughable self serving morality.
you...who coddle yourself with trivial supplications of meaning.
you...who aren't even alive.
you!....a passive spectator who has convinced yourself that you're actually taking part in life.
you!...who would only grant meaning to those who your superiors recognize.
you!...insignificant worm.
you...who's moronic yearnings lead you closer and closer to the stupefaction of your senses.
you...loathsome speck.
you...who's infantile urge for self validation has caused you to mindlessly praise any who would recognize you as an equal.
you...with your tiny woes.
you...with your weak joys.
you...who's grandest designs pale in comparison to the people who you've shamelessly ripped off.
you...with your mindless formalities and ethical whims.
you...who's entire life has been a sham leading up to this moment, and this moment is shit...
this moment reflects you.
i'm laughing.
i'm laughing and smugly pissing on you from on high,
watching you blissfully inebriate yourselves on this vintage wine
that flows freely from my cock.
if i had a red cent for every fake, genre repeating, bandwagon jumping, uncreative pack of style obsessed primates in this country, i would own you.
no, think about it...
i would own YOU.
i would own you and you wouldn't be any the wiser.
i am LUST and POWER.
i watch you fall before me.