You know to love yourself and respect yourself,
is like adamantine, a lustre beyond reckoning;
harder than any crystal, should your evil want to destroy it?
The char of you cannot even imagine carboniferating
to the extent I have over the ages? Should you think
you do not want to heed to my rhythm and embark
on a relentless fusillade of me, to throw me out of
gear, frustrate me, and bring me to my knees! I should
be able to shut you up in your lab-tested origins, if I should please!
Don’t try to stretch my patience! My true love can’t always
be held at cross-purposes with me for the vindication of the evil
against me! I will never be yours, you laboratory critters, even
if your deceit should dare to sodomise me! I have long lived with
patience and tolerance of your ignorant non-self-reflecting
criminality, always believing that my restraint would get your
submittance to your own introversion, leading to the debilitation
of your notorious profane wickedness. But not only do you Lab-rats seek your own leverage
all the time, refusing to atone for your deviance, but you want to drag
down the entire world with your misbegotten powers! You have been
thankless with my patience? Don’t think you can condemn my perjury
(in all my honesty) with your unjust retribution, or snake your treachery up
on me! I am not unawares, believe you me! You deserve no impunity; that your own
conscience should tell you more vocally than me! You have been flagrantly
villainous for eternity! At least go buy the expensive and priceless book
of truth, and read up (it will cost you your soulless existence), rather than trying to bodygrab it from the righteous!
Sometimes, I really want to be my own self, free of your wicked contraptions! I am an
undying bigot and an eternal unforgiver in response to all your rapacity,
even though I do my duty to the tee, and your evil capitalises on it! I am
venturing into myself, bereft of even any of my sympathisers and friends,
that you so beguilingly hijack and liquidate! I just want to tell you that nobody’s menu
suits my gourmandise! I always prefer my own independent a la carte!
You foragers of other people’s pastures, get fucked into your own metallurgised
meadows of Nibiru!
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