here without penance we begot chic which begot vanity which begot style and so begot lust. which begot sin which begot virtue which begot lies and so begot trust. i just woke up in a brand new place with a brand new life and a brand new face and pictures of the life i wanted back. plastic insanity led back to vanity led moral poverty which begot hurt. which begot blame, which begot shame. shame from the blood stains soaking up and sticking all over her dress. see the lip stains on his white hanes see the pin marks make his eyes dark. use the make up to cover red spots. use the eye drops when they're bloodshot. pills to numb pain and restore youth. though you hate me and though we hate you. even we cry too. but we cry laughing at you. maybe there will come a day when it becomes fair but the best know better and the rest don't care. the dirt gets pushed in the cracks in the floor so far that we can't hear their cries anymore. save your prayers for the dirty and share your hate with your race. spare your cries for the mortals who could not afford a beautiful face. suck it up, save it, suck it up and store it in a cup. fuck a little bit and make a sycophantic story up. over the lips, past the bloody virgin rim. the smell of money and the post waste taste of him.
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