God: Self ImageMature

Abuse: given and received
There’s no solace for those who tread the same path
as the phonies they despise
Pity me? That’s the worst insult – depravities are not above me
I’m a victim of everyone I have ever loved
they are happier for having forgotten me
So the needs are never fulfilled
Cheapened, Killed, Molested by thought
Don’t ever fucking pretend you are any different
we exist to hurt ourselves

Pathetic, sad, weakened, stigmatised
I bleed easy to suffice relief
I love God and the fallacies within
It’s easy to care for what is not real

No existential crisis: only realisation
I allowed my disintegration because I’ll never allow myself to be happy
Prostitute ideals for all the cunts are contingent on me
We live well, we work, we smile, we have no true idea
of the condemnation we bring upon ourselves everyday
Oh shallow beauty, hast thou forsaken me?
It’s funny how we are all the same
just one judgement to achieve a plateau of insecurity

Pathetic, sad, weakened, stigmatised
I bleed easy to suffice relief
I love God and the fallacies within
It’s easy to care for what is not real

The End

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