Wretched Faith (#130)

Zero your strings this evening
a false narrative to distract, to plunder
Shiny and new, I fuck not
Shove your entire essence into a burning heap of tar
You are the most uninteresting version of evil
You peaked at adolescence
I despise you
and this field
Your vapidity so eternal
We imprint ourselves to see anything at all
I daydream your torture


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