I must repair, I must rebuild even that of which I despise for it is who suffers at its peril. it is known that I cannot salvage the inequities of all and still I am scourged by all for failure. my flesh becomes leather to bear whips of the indignant and frustration becomes the sepulcher where my patience is laid to rot, a shrine of depraved, unwillfully erected by my own shame. this is empathogen that I must digest has no mercy on a mind bescorn, a painful enterprise of self-hate. in pertpetuum I am forced to suckle the breast of mother grief lest I starve. the torturer tortures the sufferer suffers and I am the orphan of these the bastard child of inquity.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
