Shots fired. Expression of emotion is vital, cathartic. My words despairingly ugly. Sensorship even uglier. I will not find peace or sanity until i ***** my offense. Do not negate my reality with your unempathic offence A survivor on defense. The best defence is attack. I apologise to no one for the constant exorcism and reinfection of my demons. You dont have to live with them. If you take my words and stuff them back down my throat with your own pretty pious version of hate dont think you won't then be a target of offence. Don't speak for me Dont correct me Do not vett me Do not circumvent or block me my spite will pour from its source Deep pain and loss Regardless of my senses Of my deliberate take on inhumanity If you want to be humane step aside And don't let the filth catch you on its way out! I will shout down my demons with fire and light Stand back! It is done, When tis done.