The euphoria of congregation
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@waystead-prophet
The euphoria of congregation
could i have some platonic nico and jason to feed the soul
Nothing for you, foolish rodent. 🗡️
You were sadly born so you could be disgusting to me.
It’s too late for me to give meaning to my life
If you saw god come down to us
You would claim him a work of the devil
My own filth is more cleansing then your alkaline embrace will ever be.
Should I dive headfirst into my own downfall or wait for the divine to cause it?
Dive in
Let god decide when you should suffer
Do both
My resentment is misguided and well founded all at once
No one is evil, no one is good.
Every single one of us is a bad person, it’s liberating when we accept this.
I was birthed
My angsty bullshit has to run free
The debt will be payed in blood soon enough, the only question left will be who spent it first
I am at my angstiest when the weed is gone, and I don’t get payed for another week
It will not get better
The just slaughter will not raise us together
The words of “at some point it’s gonna break” who is going to crack that dam? What retrebution is cost by throwing the first stone?
If you don’t like to hear my soul maybe you don’t deserve to have yours.
It won’t get better
We will get worse
We will suffer and we will fall
And still we will try and blame it on a lie of tangibility
When you can’t cross yourself, just cross your eyes