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<address><span style="font-style: normal;">Like an <i>unending barrage of shells and bombs</i> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"> after a <i>final gasp of defiance</i>,</span> <o:p style="font-style: normal;"> </o:p><span style="font-style: normal;"> my <i>bitter vitriol</i></span> <span style="font-style: normal;"> will <i>eviscerate and devour</i> every</span></address><address><span style="font-style: normal;">insecurity, <i>bond</i> </span></address><address><span style="font-style: normal;">doubt, <i>trust love, hate</i></span></address><address><span style="font-style: normal;"><i>joy </i>and worry</span></address><address><span style="font-style: normal;"> until all that is left is a <i>final</i>,</span></address><address><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></address><address><span style="font-style: normal;"> <i>irrefutable, pure,</i></span></address><address><span style="font-style: normal;"> and <i> <b> b e a u t i f u l</b></i></span></address><address><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></address><address><span style="font-style: normal;"> <b> void.</b> Death is what you told me would come if I continued to live the way I do. From my youth to even now 20 years you lash me to your whims, your fears, your hopes, your insecurities, your paranoia. All the while, <b>I had to free myself and myself <i>alone.</i></b> I know now that it is not death and the judgment of a god that awaits but instead the <i>void.</i> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> </b>The void does not judge. It is what comes after. Not heaven, nor hell As above so below. There is nothing here for me now or ever. No <b>hope love joy happiness family </b></span><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> home </b> I am adrift clinging on to spite and delusions to make it one more day I am <b> </b>alone Isolated by fear apathy despair How can one live like this Mutter vater <b> </b>Gottes Speichellecker<b> </b></span> <span class="HwtZe" lang="de"><span class="jCAhz ChMk0b"><span class="ryNqvb">Die Freude des Teufels</span></span></span> <span style="font-style: normal;"><b> </b><i><b>Du hast meine hasst</b></i></span></address><div> </div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">Und n i e m a l </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"> s meine Liebe. Fick dich.</span></div><div><b><span style="font-style: normal;"> You will never read this. </span></b><span style="font-style: normal;">- You, who sought to define me</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">- You, who lied to me</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">- You, <b>who would arbitrarily redefine the love of those I thought I could call family</b>, while debating my lack of adherence to religion You who would shackle </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">me to your definitions </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">of what I am.</span><b><span style="font-style: normal;"> You say I am doomed without you, </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-style: normal;"> that when you die, I will be helpless. </span></b><span style="font-style: normal;">So be it. </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"> Let my fate be tied to yours</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">my life end with yours</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">Let your efforts be for naught</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">my hopes and dreams burn</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">on the pyre of despair and mindless bigotry For when the <b>v</b></span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>o</b></span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>i</b></span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>d</b></span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"><b> </b></span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;">claims you Know that I will go into it smiling Know that you raised a dead person Know that I will piss on your graves</span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"> Know that if I see you in the </span></div><div><span style="font-style: normal;"> beyond</span></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p> <div> </div><div> My heart will sing at the despair and grief I have caused I will voluntarily tear this family apart Some may see this life as paradise True. And a fictional person also said that; </div><div> </div><div>Even paradise is a prison when you can't leave Let this jailbreak set me free Whether into an existence as who I truly am or into the void</div><div> Where none of this matters</div><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>Bring me my fate. I am ready. <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:36.0pt"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:36.0pt"><o:p></o:p></p>
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