in its intrusive allure and sabatoge
the evil spirit trying to catch its prey, hunted peace of mind,
of a world with no ill effect, of reprehension for true acts...
whereas evildoers all suffer sin is a given for the man who
knows his place, and tortured, in hell, and loves to find
the fresh, undiscovered, empty space in your brain, where
no one has written a disgusting fact of reality that shouldnt
even fvcking exist... and loves it.
for without him would be freedom, of the ultimate kind...
and just knowing what an awkward failure that must be for
him, is astonishingly beautiful.
and i love it.