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You have seven more seconds to decipher your life before my tongue becomes a blade and your brain gets sliced. I warned you before, I'm addicted to war. I was praying for Armageddon on the day I was born. Three pounds, four ounces, seven weeks premature, perfectly flawed and perfectly impure. See it was a night of lies. It was a sick quick compromise. It was the devil in his eyes. It was innocence slithering down her thighs. It was his fucking fist into her fucking side and why, 'cause there was a baby, barely three months alive. But I survived, to stubborn to succumb to the dripping jaws of the dominant paradigm. I speak out of turn. I taught myself everything that I ever needed to learn, which is I don't have to be anything but me. Napalm bright, celebrating the burn, see I'm supposed to be weak and depleted, my uniqueness erased and deleted. I am supposed to be a fist and bruise, nothing left inside and nothing left to loose. They want me to be a breeder, not a thinker, not a leader, a sermonless disciple to a desperate, demented preacher. No voice, no choice, but I will fail them. I have no need for their acceptance, their limits, their lies. I learned to hate from you. I am your most beloved blasphemous child. Thank you.