—breaktime|monologue.
When was the last time I roast my aunt?
It was maybe a few posts ago, if memory serves me right?
Oh well, I got this faint roast fever
When I cut off some slack and sense into what she does for now
I got a bit of kindness and a dash of forgiving vibe this time
But before, when she crossed the line
I could already hear her praying and calling to her saints to save her
When I come to approach her, she is already trembling
When I did not even do or say anything
Why so defensive when later on, you turned defenseless
She picked someone her own size, she thought this girl will not fight back
But she thought wrong
She thought I was just joking but did she even see me ******* stutter? No.
But I was just warming up.
Hell is prepared for you anytime soon, you know?
I asked you to repent your sins but you said you don't have one
Girl, you are literally digging your own grave
I am not helping you out, but instead, bring this shovel with you okay?
We already buried you deep within, do not crawl your way out anymore
Nobody is here to welcome you with open arms.
The so-called son you say, benefits you in the meantime
But when he is so fed up of you and starts to outgrow you,
He will just leave you behind
Your family who helped save you,
reached out our hands to come and get you
Because you do not know how to swim, we do too
But what did you do in return? You pushed us to sea and let us be drowned.
Karma will come knocking on your door
I did not pay revenge for your wickedness, Karma will do its jobs
Take note as well, the wheel is round, no sides. Today, you are on top,
the next day, you are trampled down.
