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zombies eat the living and ghouls eat the dead and i ask which you're going to be when they lower you into a hole in the ground because there's no god, no jesus to save you or any of us-- maybe i shouldn't have spoken out of anger, but what did you expect when you came at me once more with exhortations that i "not do that" when we've already had that talk, a million times we've had that talk and it end in the same way always, with me not swayed and you not swayed and the two of us exchanging the same **** words we always do when you've found i've injured your dead god, your absent god, your non-existent god... but maybe, too, you've forgotten i used to be like you all pious and looking at the yellow moon shrouded in freezing clouds like he had made it when all he had made was a ******* mess of your life and mine-- and have i held my tongue? for too long you know i have, but i think you like it when i lash out because it gives you just cause to lash right back and we both know you're good at that, but now the question is will you be good at it when they're gnawing away at your face and you've found you can do nothing about it, or will you simply smolder as you curse me for being right when i'd said it a hundred times already: i never wanted to be right-- © asgarth 2017 Creative Commons License This work by asgarth is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. Based on a work at midgarth.blogspot.com.
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
another correction (courtesy of the fiend folio)
zombies eat the living and ghouls eat the dead and i ask which you're going to be when they lower you into a hole in the ground because there's no god, no jesus to save you or any of us-- maybe i shouldn't have spoken out of anger, but what did you expect when you came at me once more with exhortations that i "not do that" when we've already had that talk, a million times we've had that talk and it end in the same way always, with me not swayed and you not swayed and the two of us exchanging the same **** words we always do when you've found i've injured your dead god, your absent god, your non-existent god... but maybe, too, you've forgotten i used to be like you all pious and looking at the yellow moon shrouded in freezing clouds like he had made it when all he had made was a ******* mess of your life and mine-- and have i held my tongue? for too long you know i have, but i think you like it when i lash out because it gives you just cause to lash right back and we both know you're good at that, but now the question is will you be good at it when they're gnawing away at your face and you've found you can do nothing about it, or will you simply smolder as you curse me for being right when i'd said it a hundred times already: i never wanted to be right-- © asgarth 2017 Creative Commons License This work by asgarth is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. Based on a work at midgarth.blogspot.com.
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
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