honey drips from your sugar-coated language as if you had a raspberry tongue. such empty calories. hazelnut eyes and hair of silk, your cerise lips are the polar opposite of my twisted frown rubescent of blood and gore.
like all men, you are recognized as a saint. you drag the noose around my neck and puppeteer strings along my spine.
don't men know? only foolish little boys play god.
if you really are a god, let me kill you. let me slaughter you, murder you, butcher you, and commit a massacre of just you every single day. i'll nail your wrists and ankles onto a cross and i'll crucify you upside down.
and for a while, i'll pull my own noose, and my own puppeteer strings . . . until you resurrect from the dead and steal my life away from me.
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