The public wants what the public gets. Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into this world. Decry relativity damned petulant. For seeing through a Trojan horse.
Can the pestilence within you be bled out. May I have the honor of this amputation?. Know that you have made an enemy. To show you the meaning of indignity.
Somewhere between an excuse and a lie. You found something that you believe. So proud, I guess I can imagine why.... Three cheers for what we used to be.
The sore on the edge of your mouth it mirror. The ones on your arm of black tar you've known the ripping.. . And I've seen you pissing your condition into the dirt..