Birds In Row Pilori
I’m devastated but the last example you should use to
feed it. And this war of words only keeps a good place in
my worst headaches. Please forget me. Relieved and happy,
you can dig a deep grave and drag me along my pride. And
I’d better grit my teeth. I’m wrong, I know. One more
lesson learned. Bastard, f..cking bastard. And in the back
of my head I’m killing all the judges like you, for the
glory of assuming my crime. I’m burning the ignorance of
you. My silence equals my rancor but I’m fine. And for
one time in your life, you owe me an explanation: Why are
you putting me down when you had tons of better
solutions? A rope, a razor, a gun, a cancer, the poison,
the fire, the fall. One more conversation, one more
wound, one more war. A war for every mistake made and for
the comfort of all you’ll be the genius.
