Vierendelen

How harsh is that
The one who slithered up the stalk
Came and outdid the rest
So if they will hate me
That will make it more fun
Oh I dream of being hated
By each and every one

How could a person live their life
Without the avarice and pride
Listen

I’m hard on this back
You’ll notice when I crack
There’s a puddle of blood and its similes
No one ever wants to take seriously
How I dream of being hated
By each and every one

Look at what emotion does to them
Look at what emotion does to me
It is an imperfection in the way we think
But it is a goal to feel certain things
But it is a goal to identify the feelings

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(Involuntary passion makes the man)