THIS IS ME WITH THE WORDS ON THE TIP OF MY TONGUE/
This is war
Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore
Hope you come down with something they can't diagnose
Don't have the cure for
/AND THE EYE OF MY SCOPE DOWN THE BARREL OF A GUN.
If I had the guts: I'd walk right up to you, look you squarely in the eye and say "GET A LIFE". Only because I think you need it so bad. But nay, that ain't no way to be.
You're pathetic - for lack of a better word. Nothing more but a jealous bitch, with a mouth full of tall stories. If you've issues with me, you confront me. Not hide away and act all nice in my presence. I'd do that too, but it's you against me and not the other way 'round. Besides, I swear never to be as low and hypocritical as you are. In all honesty, I'd like to see you come hijack the Hot Seat. And then you'd give me the pleasure of watching you explode; as much as you think it's cool to be big. You fucking don't know how hard it is to live this way, yet you're so eager to try. (I'd like to see you give it your best shot.)
To top it off, you lead not only yourself into sin but you drag others along with you. Simply because all the talking has taken you in.
I haven't hated anyone else this much in a long, long time. And to me, "hate" is a word sparingly used.
Congratulations, you're special to me after all.
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1 July, 2242h
"Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath: Neither give place to the devil." - Ephesians 4:26-27
I'm much better today. And I need to be praying about this.