DSB

Already, the day feels so dreary.
Already, I'm sick of your voice.
I'm wondering why I'm laying here?
I'm hoping that I made the right choice.
There's evidence, that things are still iffy.
There are benefits, for the reasons I wait.
Haven't I told you about the process?
Haven't I warned you not to spark a debate.
In another life, I felt I loved you.
But in this one, I think you are shit.
Ugly, is the word that suits you so grandly.
Personally your personality stinks.
And yet there you are, high on your throne.
Waiting for your long dive, or so I thinks.
Another course of reason is laughing.
Laughing at the way you try to exist.
Or I could just try to stand on your level.
But I think I'd rather drink my own piss.
Soon I will tell you how much I'd love to
Be there to watch you flounder and fall.
How I'd love to jump and dance around you.
While you realize you know nothing at all.

--Father Rahl








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