I’m pretty lousy at guitar. This is, like, one of the only riffs I know how to finger.
But there is a lesson to be learned in every encounter, a message to be read in every word.
Do you understand? Did you hear what I wanted to be heard? Or are you just staring, gawking, laughing like Stephen Hawking? My retort I support with girlband’s assfault.
If thats the case, I will cut you so bad you’re going to wish I didn’t cut you so bad.
Gosh, food is the best, right? I eat food, not people. I’m not a god. Only “gods” do that. They want your souls. It fuels them. By submitting to whatever out there, up wherever up there, the offering of your soul is all “they” need.
“They” are vindicated and you are left hollow.
Whom do you serve, and Why?
Dulce est decorum est…? Roman pith I do not accept.
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