This is where I lay down my blood. Shed the skin of my heart. Heal the scabs I tend to pick. Regard on life and figure in the lust. Hate for the day until I break. Speak to the deaf with a loud but soothing voice. I recommend this method of hate. It seems to fit the pattern of death in our victims we erase to ease the pain. Comfort without drugs or drink. Sex without wet and sweat. Protection from the morbid bliss of reality. Dip into my soul for a look into Gods eyes. Feel the memory of the blind that once held the visions of the Alpha. I am the Omega that Jesus was afraid of. I am not a statistic for you to ponder. I will not be sold. I cannot be bought. But I will gamble my morals for the benefit of the weak children you abuse with MTV. Hate me.
