Too many to ever truly get to count
These blasphemous voices – they and theirs took me down to my every last bleeding knee
Please, please… Spare me Just. This. One. Time.
Yet, I am far more than able to come back all of the stronger if you and yours do ever opt upon taking me out of absolute touch with reality
All. Over. Again.
You and your Kubrick-esque demeanour; a war with words, colour, even so much as the goddamn scripture… My only saviour, saving grace…
How’s about stripping me entirely right there!!
Anything and everything, really
Just seems, in my rather learned opinion at least, I was never, ever supposed to be your very last fixture

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