Pointing with a crooked finger.
Hoping for a litany from the damned.
You'll see nothing.
You'll know nothing.
The only thing you'll
get is everything
you sent out.
Walk backwards
so you don't have to
look over your shoulder
the rest of your life
make another promise
I'm watching you-
Compromise your own problems
with other people's lives.
Your brain cells must be kite strings in a tornado .
watching you think through your own decisions is a basket filled with gluttony and depravity.
You are your own joke reel.
Your karma will mock your echoing death scream on screen.
No one will save you.
It's all in fates hands now.
I'm not a part of your life.
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