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Genosha​/​Treble Lifter Split

by Genosha

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Insecure narcissist without a single shred of honor. You think you're golden but you ain't worth your own weight in copper. You'll rue the day you said my name in vain. So eager to spread filth for its your only asset. It would be depressing if it wasn't so hilarious. Your pathetic pleas for validation are the only things about you we will recall. I hope our laughter makes you shatter. The bridge I'm burning is the same one you should be jumping off of and may your hubris propel the plunge on your way down. You are unfit to exist. No quarter given, no mercy shown. The pulse has proven false and the purpose has been deserted. The next time you go down, you won't be taking me with you and I won't be anywhere near to break your fall. Saccharine binges leave a palate tasteless, so oblivious drinking your own piss.
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The air is polluted by your presence. The taste I once cherished now asphyxiates. Wind escaped me and collapsed my lungs on its way out. Gravity took a special interest in my heart, dragging it down deep into my stomach where it struggled still in spite to beat. No more treasuring this torture, I won’t be tethered to this torment. Well I reckon hell has frozen over. Lemme know when you get there. My dearest of deceivers, you’ve damned yourself for good this time. “A bit worse for lack of use.” Without pride, without shame as you speak to me of sketch and shade. I’m forgiven for being rushed. It’s my gift for having put up with enough. Fare ill far away from me. You made this bed to lie in. You dug this grave to die in. I’m so sorry that it’s too late but I can’t regret a choice that wasn’t mine to make. You sell yourself and live your lies. You sow the seeds of angst and strife and you shall reap them in kind.
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No apologies For your glimpse of me No apologies For who you think I might be Assuming consumes the thoughts we don’t use Assuming concludes My thoughts of you. Brain washed, force fed, saturated, Helping hand. The views you choose You choose to abuse When it’s time to feed let the vultures eat.
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released August 23, 2018

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