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06-18-2015, 01:04 PM
I started seeing a counselor last week. She called it courageous.
Positive reinforcement. She was taught how to praise us.
I filled her ear with ills and fears. All the sorrow I've endured.
Felt like a million bucks when I left. Tomorrow I'll be cured.
No more tears. No more sulking. Just glad to be hopeful.
Bought into the healing. Soon I'll be happy and social.
lol
What a pussy. Sharing's for faggots.
Caring's preparing for embarrassment. Practice
for being abused and mistreated.
You wanna get better? Be abusive. Conceited.
Use unimpeded and rule who you sleep with.
Chew through the weakness of others. Be nothing,
'cause fuck 'em. They only knew 'cause you teach 'em.
A genius playing dumb 'cause meekness seemed like love,
but hate tastes better and need don't make 'em come.
They want want want. Entertainment. Support.
Get inside what makes 'em rive and take it with force.
Be a sadist. They're only feigning what they say. This is war.
Make 'em need you 'til they feed you grapes from a fork.
Pleasure has no measure, even for my favoritest whore.
I give a fuck if it's enough. I only say it for sport.
My psychology is probably skewed, but it's real.
These sheep are all asleep, but they knew. They can feel
it in the backs of their minds. It drives what they do. They react, but they hide
it from their social reality. They want appearances intact. So they lie.
To themselves. To their kids. They pass-on pretending.
So I pass on religion. Fuck your merry and Christmas.
I pulled up to the table. Tried to eat from hypocrisy.
Found myself in counseling. Bleeding from modesty.
Believing we're all equals. Tried seeing the common themes,
but these equals will eat you and feed you apologies.
My martyrdom's over. Sober. Here comes the harvest for vultures.
I'm breathing fucking fire now, 'til your carcasses smoulder.
I'm harnessing heartlessness. No pardons to hope for.
Cross my path and I launch attacks. Bargaining's over.
Positive reinforcement. She was taught how to praise us.
I filled her ear with ills and fears. All the sorrow I've endured.
Felt like a million bucks when I left. Tomorrow I'll be cured.
No more tears. No more sulking. Just glad to be hopeful.
Bought into the healing. Soon I'll be happy and social.
lol
What a pussy. Sharing's for faggots.
Caring's preparing for embarrassment. Practice
for being abused and mistreated.
You wanna get better? Be abusive. Conceited.
Use unimpeded and rule who you sleep with.
Chew through the weakness of others. Be nothing,
'cause fuck 'em. They only knew 'cause you teach 'em.
A genius playing dumb 'cause meekness seemed like love,
but hate tastes better and need don't make 'em come.
They want want want. Entertainment. Support.
Get inside what makes 'em rive and take it with force.
Be a sadist. They're only feigning what they say. This is war.
Make 'em need you 'til they feed you grapes from a fork.
Pleasure has no measure, even for my favoritest whore.
I give a fuck if it's enough. I only say it for sport.
My psychology is probably skewed, but it's real.
These sheep are all asleep, but they knew. They can feel
it in the backs of their minds. It drives what they do. They react, but they hide
it from their social reality. They want appearances intact. So they lie.
To themselves. To their kids. They pass-on pretending.
So I pass on religion. Fuck your merry and Christmas.
I pulled up to the table. Tried to eat from hypocrisy.
Found myself in counseling. Bleeding from modesty.
Believing we're all equals. Tried seeing the common themes,
but these equals will eat you and feed you apologies.
My martyrdom's over. Sober. Here comes the harvest for vultures.
I'm breathing fucking fire now, 'til your carcasses smoulder.
I'm harnessing heartlessness. No pardons to hope for.
Cross my path and I launch attacks. Bargaining's over.