me dead, at least not yet.
So go on and let me feel
your pain in ways
no one has before.
This obsession with plastic suffering, it does give
you the touch of a god, of
something much like me.
You've got me on my knees, yearning
for my screams. All you get is
silence.
I detest your violence, this
act of begging for punishment
you don't deserve.
"This pain, this pleasure
it'll all be over soon."
These were the words of a friend.
These were the words introducing
the end.
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